So that was terrific. There is a lot of terrific. So much terrific, that I feel overwhelmed by it, particularly now that season has shifted to the lightness of Spring. I went home with Peggy's newly signed book of essays, and I settled in to a dinner of leftovers (alone) and proceeded to read the whole thing by the following morning. She's that good. So many pieces resonate, and to my Chicago friends, especially Albany Park and environs, perhaps more so. But now, as in many quickly read pieces, the detail flutters away, but one word... Liberating. Peggy said that losing her mom was liberating. I'm sure this is true for so many of us, although the why has to be different for each of us. How losing my parents has liberated me I'm not really sure. I don't hold with myself the feeling that I'm doing anything for them, nonetheless, as I sat awake in the wee hours, about a week ago, I pondered not doing triathlon this summer, not even doing Ironman Wisconsin this summer, I felt that profound sense of. Liberation.
And the amazing thing about letting go of so much, I get more and more excited about doing things in place of those encumbrances. Why do Ironman, when I can do ANYTHING!
Aided by today's sun, I took a moment to get a few shots of the Harlequin Afghan (wip). This afghan represents a convergence of creative endeavors that have been fueling my fire. It's a vintage pattern, it'll adorn my creative office space, it's portable, the colors are deadly, and it bridges the gap between then and now. Even in the work that I'm doing, there's a sense of reaching back in time, I go through objects from years ago as I clean and organize my house, and welcome objects from Mom and Dad's estate. I was rummaging through my old sewing patterns a few weeks ago, wondering what, if anything, of that collection I would be willing to sacrifice to ebay, in the name of declutter. Lo and behold, I was reminded that years ago, possibly even my first Ironman (certainly a half), I wore a tri-outfit that I made myself.