I have found myself. I didn't even know I was lost until I'd found my way back. Things have been crazy. I know that all things are connected. In my head that all makes sense. But I found it in my heart last night. I had let confusion and fear about some aspects of my life influence everything. I lost confidence in my spinning, saw all the flaws in my knitting, focused on harsh words spoken to and by my children.
I am not perfect. I have my flaws. And yet. I am me. I have purpose and value. Somewhere along the way I forgot that. But now I remember.
What brought about this epiphany? Spinning did, of course. Guilt, duty, and a deadline had me bringing my wheel out last night - poor, neglected Dervish. I plied an already spun single and moved on to the 50/50 wool/bamboo that I'd dyed and carded a few days ago (pictured in my last post, actually). It was instant bliss. As the super soft fibers slid through my fingers I let go. Not of the fiber, of course, but of some weird mental/emotional thing that had been holding my down. I felt free - truly free. The fear of perfection was gone. The fibers flew wild and beautiful through my fingers.
Here is my freedom.
The colors of this photo do not do this yarn justice. I'm not sure what to call it yet. Scarecrow? The Dune Sea? Cowardly Lion? Rapunzel's Bad Hair Day? In any case. I think I know exactly what to do with this lovely, world changing (to me, at any rate) yarn. I'll let you know when it's ready to venture out on it's own journey.
In the meantime, here's a sneak preview of some yarns destined for the shop. I've been on a bit of a Wizard of Oz kick (see Ruby Slippers and Wicked Witch). Meet Tin Man and Emerald City. They still need their twist set and then they'll be off to see the wizard!
Linking up with Nicole today.