The title of the post is misleading, I admit. Here is what I mean:

Over the last few weeks I have had time to create, to move more slowly and breathe. I didn’t write poems, or short stories, or picture book manuscripts. But I did make a couple meals (Groundnut stew and tuna turnovers) while I was out visiting the Seattle crew, and last night Homemade Toast had a craft party and I sewed three buttons onto two coats, and a fastening device onto a pair of pants. One of the coat’s buttons had fallen off two winters ago and until recently had been affixed with a safety pin (which it turns out was making a large-ish hole in the coat). Another one of the crowning achievements of my time out west was helping complete a 1500 piece puzzle composed of fairy tale characters. Who has time for something like that? I did (along with my hosts)! And it was great. While away, I read poems, parts of books and tried to keep the laptop off as much as possible. I need more of this.

More of mending and making, free cooking and baking*, reading and questing (after new stories and what to do next), re-imagining (my space, etc.) and resting (& giving my cat attention), and not getting stuck!

*(by this I mean not being confined to a certain finish time and not doing because I’m on the schedule to but just choosing to, so it’s up to me if and when it gets done).