
There are all kinds of changes in the air here. Just the move into school routines is throwing some of us. For the last three days, Moon has decided that some time between the hour of 5:00 to 6:00 pm, that the only way to cope with his tired-out-no-coping-skills-left self is yelling about all the wrongs in the world (most of which I have somehow caused). This morning I asked him if we should just plan on ten minutes of screaming at 5:00? He giggled, but I'm serious. If it's part of a schedule, a routine, maybe it will become manageable?
When I got to my square today, for the first time, my eyebrows were relaxed and my mouth was smiling. The pattern that came to mind did not use the usual tiny stitches, and I found myself changing directions over and over, so that it was easier to stitch, breaking my own inner rules. I was still smiling at the end, not caring about broken or unfinished patterns.
Grace sent a great quote by Anais Nin, something like "everything was different. and nothing had changed but my mind".
Things may not look the same after change, but they can be stronger and more interesting. It may not be to everyone's liking, but nothing ever is.
Other changes are happening as well. It's an awkward hug, but I'm relaxing into acceptance and welcoming. I don't recognize myself these days.
Remember to plug your ears at 5:00...