YET ANOTHER DIRECTION

Just when you think everything is in place life comes along and bowls you over again.  A back injury and a hip bursa injury lagged on for six months.  The pain drove me crazy and was depressing.  I finally went for back xrays and the picture was not pretty.  Twenty five years spent as a potter over a wheel had wrought a lot of damage on the base of my spine.  It confirmed for me that it was not going to go away and this is to be my new normal.  Getting older really sucks!

That is me in the snow in the photo.  I was four years old, a bright future ahead.  I would grow, marry several times, have three children and a career in the arts.  All I felt in that photo back then was how cold it was standing in the snow outside Guyra that day, look at the feet!  And the hands, they are bare.  What was my mother thinking!

I have bowed to the inevitable and sold several of my machines.  I cannot treadle them any more.  Some wonderful people have bought them and I have loved meeting them.  Its nice when you know something you have loved has gone to a good home.  I met Jane from Kilcoy through one sale.  Yesterday I gifted her Carna, the green machine and heaps of quilt books for her new hobby of sewing.  Today the little Jones hand crank goes to a lovely young man buying a birthday present for his mother.  I am of the opinion that if you can no longer use something let it go to someone who can.  After all that is what life is about, acquiring experiences and then letting them go to move on to others.

I still have a couple of treadles left, just to give them a swing occasionally.  You never know, miracles may happen and I may heal enough.  Fingers crossed, just like those feet in that photo of she in the snow.