textiles · exploration · misadventure

Enter Sobriety

Leave a comment

Curvylou’s list of travails continues.

I hurt my arm. I saw a massage therapist and applied kinesiologist. I iced. I rested. I stretched. I iced/heated. I waited. For weeks. And it feels better.

But never as good as it did before I hurt it, you know? Ah aging. Yay.

I had to stop weaving for a while of course. And stop the other fun things. Then I could start again, but just for little bits of time. I’d go in to weave, and here come Matthew, ten minutes later.

“Are you hurting yourself?” My weaving-knitting-dyeing-spinning self rolls her eyes. But truly, he is right, and I close down the lights and sulk back inside.

So the beautiful weaving, she is making progress. She starts out very narrow and black, because, of course, that was my life before I got sober. It was narrow and black, with shades of grey.

She widens out, because my thinking did have to get broader before I got sober. I’d had a panic attack, and went to a psychiatrist for help. Over that first year, he helped me to broaden my thinking, and to begin to be honest with myself.

And then, well, other things happened. There was light and joy, and then there was blackness again. So the weaving continues.


You know you want to leave a comment.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s