I am going AWOL until Monday. I will not be on my computer, I will not be answering my phone. I will not be knitting, or crocheting, or sewing. I am going on a retreat where I will be forced to sit with myself. No distractions, no addictions, none of the usual stuff I use to avoid myself. And I’m not happy, I would really rather stay home, I’ve got a crafting to-do list a mile long. I am, frankly, crapping myself. I’m not really sure I want to meet myself. I know there’s an evil twin in there, what happens if the real me is someone I don’t really like? She might be a yuppie merchant-banker who thinks crochet is for wimps, and is planning to take the Liberal Leadership from Malcolm Turnbull and has a photo of John Howard by her bed. I don’t think I could live with her.
I’m not really sure what I’m trying to say here. If you are in the Katoomba area this weekend, and you hear cries of pain, could you please drop by with a large skinny Mocha and a bacon & egg roll. I will back in the world Monday night – 3 days without craft and coffee, I think it might just be the end of me. But I think that might be the point.
In the meantime, I leave you with Lior’s cover version of Fleetwood Mac’s Landslide, and a photo of the crafty no good I’ve been up to. Come back to see if I survive 6am wake-ups, silent bushwalks, and vegetarian mystery broth. Pray for me peeps, pray for me!
I took my love and I took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
‘Til the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky, What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Well, I’ve been afraid of changing
‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I’m getting older too