Hello 2018! Yesterday we received rain after the driest December in thirty years, so January is starting off well. I’ll be heading north at the end of the week, spending time with my grandson and his pop. Tomorrow I’ll visit Little Miss and her sister, my eldest daughter and son-in-law too. Oh and Buttercup, who is adjusting to life with another person in her household. Familial ties will most likely be the theme of the next twelve months, although there’s no keeping a writer’s imagination stilled.
Nor a quilter’s hands idle, although my right thumb has been achy as of late, making me wonder how much hand-quilting I’ll accomplish in 2018. Then there’s an orphan binding which I uncovered a few days ago, with no clue for what it was meant to complete. I sort of recall making it, I think…. Not often do I employ brown in my sewing, but here’s an espresso binding, waiting for a quilt to encase. Is this a harbinger of other unfinished projects, dangling in the wind….
Ahem, I certainly hope not, but honestly, The Hawk flits in and out of my mind, as has another tale with a complimentary playlist from ages ago. I’ve been listening to those tunes while I hand-quilt, pondering a plot that while I won’t say seems destined to be written, definitely takes up space in my gray matter. I’m not overly concerned; 2017 taught me to embrace the NOW, leaving LATER to sort itself out at a more appropriate time.
Yet, achy hands remind me that time is a precarious notion; I’m not getting younger, you know. As my grandchildren age, so do I, ha ha, um, yeah. Forgetting about a chocolate coloured binding doesn’t worry me, although now I feel slightly compelled to fashion a complimentary quilt top, or a set of placemats/mug rugs to give that binding a home. Knowing that I’m leaving in a matter of days keeps me from embarking upon more than updating new calendars, sending off New Year’s cards instead of Christmas cards because we didn’t order them in time to arrive before the end of December, as well as adding to my packing list for a week away from home. To put it bluntly, I’m in limbo right now, both mentally as well as projectarily, and it’s a funny state of mind to inhabit.
Yet, it’s also a beautiful place to be, sort of like where my youngest daughter is in the SoCal desert. She might never be in that location again, but for the next ten days it’s home, living out of a tent, barely getting phone reception (but we’re very grateful that she does!), hiking around examining rocks. This is part of her graduation requirement, plus she loves this kind of exploration. I joke that I love not camping, but this girl adores it, plus rocks to study? Dude, that’s her kind of heaven. She’ll return full of stories and details, then prepare for another term of school. Maybe January starts off the year, but perhaps it takes until February until 2018 truly dawns.
And speaking of daybreak, my youngest sent the above photo yesterday during the brief window while she had access to data. Maybe I don’t want to live out of a tent, but this kind of morning is a priceless sort, and I’m putting it here for others to enjoy. Also as a reminder that pleasure and purpose can be as exhilarating, also fleeting, as a sunrise. I’m not going to squander time wondering if this book or that idea will come to fruition, nor why I crafted a dark brown quilt binding. Instead I’ll complete this post, then make my next move, probably toward the kitchen for some breakfast, more coffee, then updating wall calendars. After that, it’s anyone’s guess. But uncertainty doesn’t need to be scary, it’s actually liberating. I have enough tasks in my future already set in stone. Today’s agenda is merely to inhale the peace, then share it however I’m able. May that calm be yours too.