Earle-in-Denver's comment on my captivity (from the last post) got me thinking about the nature of captivity.
This is a dialog that sometimes happens in my head that came up again today in my pondering on captivity:
Some Random Person asks: "Lynn, if you could organize your ideal holiday, what would it look like?"
Lynn responds: "Well, thanks for asking, Some Random Person. That's easy. It's been a dream holiday that I've had in mind for as long as I can remember. It looks like this. I rent a mountain cabin with a wood stove and a beautiful view. I go there with some great food that can be cooked on the wood stove. I'd have books and magazines, and yarn and needles, beads and silver, and paper and glue. I'd pack sketchbooks and pencils and markers and pens, and maybe a little wine. There would be fabric and a sewing machine, and clay and paint. Maybe I would have some movies and books on tape (or CD, as it were). And I would stay put. I would just BE THERE."
Captivity might just be a matter of inapropriate labling of one's time. Or perhaps, just a slight shift in one's perspective.
In my case, Bead Babe has taken me to heaven.
If you see her
don't follow. I ain't leavin'!
PS. If any of you are, like Carrie in the comments, wondering if I'm nuts. Yes, I am. Totally and comletely. Carrie, you probably had some foresight into this early on...on the golf course in high school. I'd appreciate it if you didn't share!!!!
PSS. Bead Babe let me outside today to build a stone wall for her on her land. She thought that moving my WHOLE BODY would be a respite from constant work with my hands. Boy was she right. I'm coming to love The Babe. Anyway...Wayne (aka: "TFC"), don't worry...photos will be coming.