Yep. I embroidered some dishtowels.
I could say that I need a little break from the writing to clear my mind, get new ideas, see the story from a fresh perspective.
I could say that there's nothing going on in my life that's interesting enough to blog about, so I'm not going to force the posting.
And I could say that the new song has been rolling around in my head for almost a month...it's not going anywhere, I don't have to play anywhere soon, there's no need to rush its "setting" to paper.
But really? Really I think I needed to take some thread and kind of sew myself back together. Travel always leaves me a little unraveled when I get back, especially emotional journeys like the trip to Ireland was. Needle up and down, stems and petals forming, progressing, completing, blossoming under my fingers. Bright red poppies on dishtowels for my kitchen. One of them already has a big tomato stain on it. Yesssss...Craft-art therapy.
I think the other things will fall into place soon. For one, I'm going to meet with a writer friend on Monday. For another, I'm meeting with a harp friend on Thursday of next week. Resulting in, perhaps, more news for the blog. For now, though, I've got the 4th towel in progress. Stitching things back into making sense...