Tomorrow I turn thirty-six, which surprises me more than it should. I really don’t think of myself that way and the reality of a year rolling over is rather a shock. I suppose no one really pictures themselves as a particular age (unless you’re just turning nineteen or whatever age is legal drinking/voting/getting killed for…
Category: exercise
Working Uphill and Into the Wind
I was running uphill into the wind for a few kilometres yesterday* when this blog post started writing itself in my mind. This often happens to me when I run. Creative hares are startled out of their usual forms and my brain takes off on tangents previously unknown. I suspect that it’s partially disassociation; after…
Chugging along
Today is a mundane Monday, which is not a bad thing at all. It simply means that I more or less chug along merrily, working away at various projects, without chaos, interruptions or the recent, dreaded Snow Days. I’m currently planning a series of textile pieces for various shows and events as well as finishing…
Fighting back
Winter always makes a very credible attempt to kick me in the arse. I am not a creature of snow and ice. I am also not a creature of darkness. I am a spring and fall sort of person; one who loves daylight in all its manifestations and one who has to struggle to survive…
