thrihyrne: (asian text)
My throat hurts. Again. And I'm a bit congested. I really didn't approve of this! :scowl: At least thus far [livejournal.com profile] evannichols seems to be dodging it. We're both grateful for that. I'm not great company when I'm sick, not that I complain overmuch, but because I do get sulky and very quiet. Often as productive as normal, but quiet and with a bit of a stormy vortex. Good thing that I work from home.

I'm really hoping to go try out an adult ballet class at Portland Ballet Theater tomorrow; I bought canvas ballet flats and everything so that I wouldn't have an excuse not to at least try a drop-in. I'm getting all worked up, however, because the one listed as Ballet 1 is actually intermediate level. There are two adult ballet workshops, both full, and neither of which I could attend with my work schedule. But those are for super-beginning ballet, and one level up. I danced intensely until I was 16, and then was in a bus accident that injured my back, but I'd healed up enough to take some ballet and modern again in college. In other words, I was pretty skilled, but at this point I've not tried ballet in a class setting since I was around 26. I tried something like this back then in Nashville, and I remember leaving the class in tears, being wretchedly disappointed in that while my mind remembered so much, and my body had the kinetic memory, even back then I'd lost some flexibility. Now I'm 43. But I'm going to go and give it a try, and hopefully it'll go well and I can keep dropping in the Wednesday 9:30-11 classes and work on regaining some suppleness. More to come on that front.

I'm in the final stages of finishing up another repurposed yarn project:
beadedtop2

It's an adorable pattern and the first I'd done from this Japanese company. Only one size was given which, thankfully, happens to be my size. I modified the top in that it was supposed to be crocheted, but I don't know how. So I used an openwork knitted pattern instead. There's crocheted edging around the collar, armholes, and bottom, as well as a corsage flower thing in front. Fortunately for me, there is a crocheter in the apartment: [livejournal.com profile] evannichols knows how and is going to instruct me so I can finish up this lovely cotton top. I also sprinkled beads throughout the body just because I had them and thought it would jazz it up a bit. I'm quite pleased with how it's turning out.
thrihyrne: (meditation rocks)
In years past I have made it a point to reach out to those for whom Mother's Day is somewhere between a bittersweet day to one of outright grief. Early in my divorce it was particularly challenging for me as I wasn't in communication with my former stepchildren— and still am not. With time that has eased (and in recent communication with my wasband, I found out that they both have summer internships; yes, they're both in college now), but I know it can be a particularly challenging day for those who have lost children, those who loved non-biological children who are no longer in touch, those who have been trying to have children and who remain without them, and those who may be in an uncertain position of adoption, loving a child whom she may be required to surrender in the future.

I will re-post a poem I wrote back in the earliest of my Tolkien days, a poem written in April of 2003, addressing the question of: Where are all the mothers?

Ode to the Absent

In halls of Mandos
In unmarked graves
In poems of loss
In hidden caves

Éomer and Éowyn with flaxen hair
Must go to the earth and find mum there

In the fair Shire laments Frodo
Without mother's lullaby to sleep he must go

King Elessar thinks, You would be so proud!
But his mother, long-dead, is nowhere to be found

Gimli the gruff with kind heart of gold
Of his mother's beard no tale has been told

Exquisite Legolas, woe is he
Whoever bore him languishes in obscurity

Arwen's sorrows with daddy must be
Since Celebrían forsook her and went Over Sea

O Boromir! O Faramir! You strapping fine men
Though emotionally scarred by your mother's untimely end?

Because of mothers there is here such a dearth
This is a lament for Third Age Middle-earth.

January 2023

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