I’ve been feeling a creeping dissatisfaction of late, a feeling of restlessness, a nostalgia for something that I’m not quite sure existed any where but in my memory. I miss a (perceived) community that seems to have been squeezed out. We are now supposedly more networked than ever, yet I feel an emptiness in this and that something, somewhere has been lost. Not that I’m not thankful for the internet, I am, it’s a boon in so many ways, but I miss the ‘earlier’ days where bulletin boards and blogs were the order of the day. I felt I got to ‘know’ people more. I’m considering leaving FB, carving out a bit more time in the week to get back to blog reading and ‘talking’ to people on a more one-to-one basis. I’ve even been turning over the idea of a letter-writing (snail mail) circle over and over I my mind…
In the meantime I’m reading about food and gardening (always favourite things). Mark Diacono is currently my new favourite person – although I now have about five double A4 pages written up full of plants I want in the garden (bearing in mind that, at the moment, I can barely snatch ten minutes out there). And, of course, the wonderful Nourished Kitchen, inspiring my meal planning. Also a more unusual hearkening back to a past interest in anthroposophy in “Machines and the Human Spirit” (maybe more than a little inspired by my recent feelings towards social media).
Inspired by Spiralling the Seasons, I’m knitting a ball for Arty (who wants to chew everything that he can).
Joining in with Nicole’s Keep Calm and Craft On and Ginny’s Yarnalong