Haliburton

Hello! If anyone reads this anymore, here lies the update on my life at present. Truly, I am writing more for myself than others at the moment. The idea of connection is an odd concept when it involves sitting in front of a magic box and clicking keys while staring into its unresponsive face. . . though it does respond at times and so we keep at it, don't we?

Don't let the sunshine fool you (me). Haliburton, Ontario may be a glorious picture of hard wood ablaze with colour today, but this is one of few days that the rain and gray skies are letting the town be its autumn self.

In spite of the rain (to spite the rain?), my four month intensive Fibre Arts program is rolling along at quite the speedy pace. It started in September, ends in December and at the end of it all, I will hold a year's-worth certificate along with a spectacular collection of fibre-related knowledge (I hope). I spend my days playing with fabric, yarns, pigments, et al. We have a class per week. Today is the last day of "Pigments" and next week we move onto "Dyes". Mmm. Juicy. The options for creativite living are potently present and my class works like birds sitting on a telephone wire, all hanging out in the same space, same frame of mind. It's great to be surrounded by people who get so exited about things a new scheen of wool or just that old piece of peasoup-coloured linen that's just gotten a freshly screened print. Mmm. Yum.

Yes, it's great to be a free woman, void of previous 9-5 office job and living the high life of studio-hopping and farm living. I could do this for much longer than 4 months.

Do I sound unnaturally optimistic? It's strange, but real.