Rebecca, recently retired, sipped her wine as Suzy and I listened to her rambling on about looking for something to do. She talked about how she’d always wanted to try pottery, missed doing her weaving, etc etc. Suzy, a long term friend of hers perked up.
“Don’t you still have a loom?”
“Well, yes, but it’s too small. I want the full size, four feet atleast so I can use the peddles and my whole body. You know how I used to make the rugs? Well, Keith had some friends visit us last week and Jane gave us a hand made rug as a thank you and I”m so jealous. I want to do that again.” She finished her drink and talked more about what she ‘should’ do. I listened in and drank my beer as the two friends talked. They both used to weave and so talked of who in town has a loom, who’s done what recently.
“What are thinking about?” Rebecca woke me from my daydreaming.
“How alive you are, talking about weaving, the types of looms, the way your eyes are all lit up. I reckon you should try it, find another bigger loom, why not eh? You have the yurt you can set it up in, don’t you?”
Suzy and Rebecca grinned back at me and started brainstorming, both excited at the new direction, the old direction.
I keep thinking of this moment and ask myself the same thing. What do i really want to do? What makes me excited? Writing, road trips, camping, planning trips and reading maps, driving little used back roads, hiking with the dogs, that is what I love. So why not do what I love? Write and photograph my road trips with the dogs?
Driving the National Forest roads in my 1972 Land Rover, towing my 1947 Teardrop trailer, packed with dogs? Why not? yeah, why not?!