It wasn't the clearing of the overgrown hill.
Or the lifting of the heavy rocks. Or moving the houseplants in before the sudden hail.
It wasn't even the thousands of trips up and down the loft ladder as I sorted through old cloth and junk, part of the lessening project. Or the yoga or the cycling. Or the weeding.
Nope. It was a simple twist. In a car. A quick brake. Zap. Pulled something in my lower back and hip.
I am posting this from my phone in a laying down position. Which is not comfortable either. Getting up to pee is a nightmare. Even sitting hurts. And moving in general will be impossible for a while. I'm ok, just a bit useless.
I have this photo of a fairly new weaving. Snapped by my phone camera a little while back. Based on an old weaving. And 9 in some new way. Soon to inspire other cloth stories. Woven Sanity.
It is very special to me so let's look at it for a while.
I have postponed the launch of my new shop among other things. I'll be laying here, resting, mending, catching thoughts at least. Right now I can't think of anything but ouch. Times nine.
Don't worry. Be happy and keep stitching. Or whatever it is you do.