The sun's out for the fifth day in a row--sort of a New Hampshire miracle.
Today I went riding for the first time this season. It felt good. A little rough--some of those muscles disappeared over the winter!--but hunt seat came back good and strong. I have balance! I'm getting my "seat"! The horse seemed almost as eager to be out and about as I was. The gray Vermont landscaped seems to be holding its breath, ready to burst into green any second. My instructor spoke to me about something, but all I could see was a hunting hawk hovering in the sky behind her. I couldn't take my eyes off it. My heart seemed to leap up to fly along with it. I was actually dizzy, certain I had actually left the ground in that moment...
I stopped by the local human society to volunteer for an hour. I am the new rat handler. "No one ever wants to play with the rats!" lamented the volunteer coordinator. I felt sorry for the rats, so I said I'd do it. I've never held a rat, but they sort of look like very large mice. I played with five rats today. They seemed very grateful. I fed them some Cheerios and came home.
Today I cleared enough surface in my studio to sew up some small fragments. I've been hard at work all afternoon. I have some intriguing new ideas to pursue, and I have a clean spot on a table to work. My sewing machine is flying, the thread is spoolin' off at a crazy rate, and Bunster is at my feet, grunting for attention. But I can't stop.
Halfway through, I realized I was out of sewing awls, so I had to stop and make some more. They're baking now.
In the middle of sewing up an extremely fine patterning for one of the fragments, I suddenly realize....
I'm happy.
Nothing is different than yesterday, except I making my art.
And I'm happy.
