The trick is to not start sewing before I write the blog, I think. If I have it in my mind that what I’m doing is I’m sewing, I can’t get it out, it’s what I’m doing, and to do anything else is cutting against the grain of that moment. Finding the grain of the moment is a complex thing for me. Living in the country has helped with that in some ways, and hurt it in others. My ADD brain is addled by shiny rocks, hopping frogs, stories about trees, slipping, trails, memories.
My dad visited me today and helped me move a rock about 100 ft in the mud. Funny days when it makes more sense to move something in the Spring because it’s less muddy than late summer.
As I ferried him from rock to trail to tree to old road to project I felt very much the defecit of my attention, or perhaps more the abundance of my muses. I think that might be a better way of looking at ADD; it’s not so much that we can’t focus our attention on any one thing as we are drawn to many, many things all at once. There are so many things I’m working on in these woods, so many things I’ve seen, so many things I’d like to do, or might some day do. When there’s someone visiting it’s tough not to tell them about all of the things.
The forest is a childish place, truly I hope it’s a sublime place for children. I think it might be, if the impact it has on me is any indication it’ll make them even more of a kid than they already are. You can discover anything in there, and in your own head. The feel of your feet, the tug of gravity, the flash of something pretty, the weight of a stone, the pull of a stick, the poke of a thorn.
It’s everything in there.
My dad visited me today and helped me move a rock about 100 ft in the mud. Funny days when it makes more sense to move something in the Spring because it’s less muddy than late summer.
As I ferried him from rock to trail to tree to old road to project I felt very much the defecit of my attention, or perhaps more the abundance of my muses. I think that might be a better way of looking at ADD; it’s not so much that we can’t focus our attention on any one thing as we are drawn to many, many things all at once. There are so many things I’m working on in these woods, so many things I’ve seen, so many things I’d like to do, or might some day do. When there’s someone visiting it’s tough not to tell them about all of the things.
The forest is a childish place, truly I hope it’s a sublime place for children. I think it might be, if the impact it has on me is any indication it’ll make them even more of a kid than they already are. You can discover anything in there, and in your own head. The feel of your feet, the tug of gravity, the flash of something pretty, the weight of a stone, the pull of a stick, the poke of a thorn.
It’s everything in there.