thinking and hoping

Thyme...or Time.

Anniversaries rushing in, making one sit and think.   It feels like yesterday, but also like ten years.
Yesterday a year ago, My Man chose to go into hospital.   At least it was a positive decision that he made himself.    It was funny peculiar weather then too.

I worked all day by myself in the workshop near Abergavenny, going in for breaks and cuppas!

I worked in silence apart from the quiet running of the kick wheel as I turned then handled mugs.   The blackbirds were shouting loudly outside, so I knew that the rain tapping on the roof was only showers, until mid-afternoon when they fell quiet..and the rain fell steadily.

I've mislaid...probably lost....my drawing book.....two and a half year's work.

Perhaps it is a sign of new beginnings, as there are some shoots of hope peeking through.
     I've just opened a new drawing book......

New techniques are certainly a challenge. 

I must "go with the flow" more and stop trying too hard in everything I do.
When you relax and get on with it life is much better.  It scares other people less too!!

The rain has eased off a little this morning, but everything is exceedingly wet and I can only just see the wooded slopes of Cefn Rhyswg from my window.

Time to drink the rest of my coffee then go out to my workshop.
There are jars that need turning and knobs and handles....perhaps a dragon or two...
I've had an idea for a one-person  teapot shape, not made one in years .
There is also a lantern shelter to be made from Crank clay....the idea is nearly there.

I can sit and work and think and hope....and smile.