call it living like a poet, call it zen, call it what you will, of late i’ve harbored the distinct urge to slow down, to live life outside the ubiquitous to do list.
so
today i spent 2 delicious hours in a local book store where i feasted on 2 books of poetry by louise gluck, several home interior coffee table books, and 3 random books spied on my way to a chair. i squirmed and fidgeted and wrestled with the angels as i determinedly focused on being there and only there.
though i haven’t made much time for stitching lately, when i have picked up some cloth, it’s been only when (i thought) i had a plan, and once i sat down to stitch, speed was the name of my game. get it done, and get it done fast. when things didn’t immediately turn out to my liking, why i just packed everything up and moved on to something else, something i could check off The List.
today, though, after my morning in training, i came home, cut out a new piece (and i did keep the speed for that, doing it fast before i could think too damn much), and i went back to basics: i basted. i can’t count high enough to tell you how long it’s been since i took the time to baste.
it’ll sure be interesting to see if the basting holds everything in place well enough to allow me to stitch fast . . .
i do this slow fast slow fast tango myself.
i just hope the basting doesn’t put me back solidly into the fast lane. how’s the reading coming along?
she sits here thinking how much she used to love turkey subs. And turkey clubs. Alas (from the turkey loving point of view) now she is a vegan. Plus she has learned to be slow. So very very slow …