In the last week, I have been to see Mom several times. She is fine but older. Mostly cheerful but forgetful, forgetting how often she says, I hate that I can't do what I want anymore. Funny how now, as I age, how much more I understand that. My parents changed their lives after 60. They moved more. Up early, walking the beach, playing golf, eating well, walking, gardening, simple kept going. Now that Dad is gone, Mom moves less. She blames this for her increasing aches and pains. She is a lot older, yes, but I do agree that moving kept her younger for a long time.
I sit too much with the sewing thing. I had been regulating time spent stitching, but I became wrapped up in it and I feel things have become out of balance. I notice that a burst of movement in between a lot of not moving is more like a jolt than a help. Not good.
I hurt my thumb and it is mending, but I also feel like this is a sign of some sort of weakness creeping in. From too much sitting. So, in the spirit of mending, I will, once again, patch my long term plans. I have moved the beginning of Spirit Cloth Diaries to September 1, for now, and will , perhaps, be revising my plan in general, reconsidering its impact on my lifestyle and my financial situation. It is not the sewing really, but the extra time spent on the computer to make it all happen. A few folks have already signed up, and I will be in touch about refunds if it comes to that.
Yesterday I practiced stitching with my other hand. This was hilariously difficult. But this could be a good skill to have. It occured to me that learning is moving too. And laughing is never a bad thing.
I love to watch these geese move through the water so seemingly effortlessly, but how the change in the water around them reveals their constant effort to keep going.