Well, a bit of mobility (if the truth be told) . . . But definitely no mojo!
I've broken my ankle, which has put me out of action for a bit. I'm pretty well set up on the lounge with all the remotes at my fingertips, so I can't complain too much.
But my mojo's been gone for quite a while now. I've lost my groove. I'm in a slump.
And I don't like it.
I'm not sure quite what to do about it.
I've started looking at blogs again, so hopefully that's a good sign. A bit of inspiration. Hopefully some motivation.
I was starting to think that maybe I'm not a sewer anymore . . . but I've got way too much fabric stashed to stop now !!!
And my photography has dwindled to almost nothing . . . but I'm fully stocked with scrapbooking supplies and plenty of stories to tell - eventually.
I'm confident (or at least hopeful) that this is a temporary slump. So, while I'm not exactly stitching up a storm (even though this would be a perfect time to do so), I've got some books to read and some movies to watch while I sit with my foot up! Who knows . . . Maybe a break from my normal routine is just what I need to get my creative juices flowing again.
Thursday, 5 July 2012
In loving memory of our special niece and cousin, who fought a very brave battle with Batten's Disease. Loving you always, Chloe xoxo
When tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me,
I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me, as much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me to;
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand
That an angel came and called my name, and took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready, in heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,
For all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die.
I had too much to live for, so much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you.
So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me, I'm right here, in your heart.
By David Romano