1.19pm Saturday 24th of May
I was distracted in yoga this morning because inspiration hit. A variation of SNAP - the card game. Instead of matching cards in number or suit (that’s how it works right?) it’s bringing attention to shared and continued details within HB Archive pieces.
A memory of bringing a set of playing cards to dancing on a Saturday morning comes to mind. Spending what now feels like hours sitting on the edge of a large and empty room waiting between classes for my next to begin. Playing snap by myself. Were there other games too ? How did I know the rules? Would I be making them up?
I wonder why cards, why not a book, or a set of pastels, or a needle and thread. Why was I sitting by myself patiently (or maybe not so patiently) waiting for my next class to begin.
I don’t remember feeling bored. To feel bored seems like a luxury now. I sometimes hope to feel it again soon.
In my home now, there’s always something close by I pick up. I dream of spending a day off technology. Phone off. Laptop and Ipad hidden in a drawer. Nowhere to be but with my thoughts.
Books, knitting, mending, sewing, drawing supplies all within arms reach. I could get lost here.