"the cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea"
- isak dineson
One of the ways I have been coping with loss in my life, is to remember the things I have and to be grateful for them. Early on in my grief journey I began posting photos of friends on my refrigerator to remind me of all the people I still have in my life, instead of always thinking of what I have lost. But, for a long time, I still wasn't sure how much of my former life I could regain. Sometimes when our trajectory changes, we can't take everything with us. I thought perhaps I had lost my knitting and spinning mojo for good, but it turns out that it was just in a state of suspended animation. As the shock has been wearing off, I've slowly become more interested in yarny things again, and, like a little trickle in spring that soon becomes a rivulet and then a stream and then a river, my fiber mojo is starting to thaw. Starting with Stitches Midwest, and continuing with SOAR this year, I have gotten reconnected with my tribe, the fiber tribe.
And now, just this weekend, I have gotten reattached to my local fiber tribe, too. Each year we have two retreats, one in spring and the other in autumn. Our autumn retreat is held in a vacation home by the Pacific ocean. We snuggle in and share stories, knowledge and plenty of good chocolate! We spin yarns both literally and figuratively. Wine, laughter and love flow around and through, and healing happens. And while all this great love fest is happening, yarn gets made too!
The restorative powers of ocean breezes, long walks, fresh wool and good friends have conspired to bring me back to some balance. Once again, I am grateful for what I have.