Fly, fly said the mother listing, fluttering giving everything she had One day, the wind at her back off she flew. Soaring slowly at first finding her way nature as her compass happily living her life. Sensed danger things not right fearful, fragile and unknowing the worst was yet to come. It happened. off guard unguarded guardedly not knowing where to turn. Oh, a gathering of love. Unable to receive, hawk talons mighty like prison bars. The sky turned ever so slowly the mist overhead the cardinal was able to catch a breath. Fly, fly said the mother listing, fluttering giving everything she had she is flying again taking on new terrain. A bit tentative a bit wiser, wanting to return however realizing it is to a new world.
I don’t know what the psychologists would say but I certainly know what my heart and mind are saying and I am listening. Here is what has been going on with me. Each of these moves are or has been intentional to help cope with the great losses I have experienced this horrific year. Do not read into the order as truly many if not most of these things are happening simultaneously. Adopted Lady. By adopted, I really mean accepted her as my own. I continue to grieve and have a good dose of guilt about Lizzie (please do not try to tell me otherwise) and continue to pray her new family loves her the way I did. Articles on Health and Wellness always include how owning a pet aids to a person’s overall sense of well being. Going out on a Monday night. Now twice. Much fun. Enough said. Furniture give-away, furniture purchase. Pieces I associated with bad memories have been thoughtfully given away which then changes their memory to the positive and …
In loving memory of Lynn L Olmstead 11/19/42 – 10/06/17 My farewell [HERE].
Three takes Three weeks Three sisters Three geographical locations Three beautiful bouquets Three days of family stories Three delicious prepared-by-other dinner delights Three sweater give-aways Three prayers Three cheers for love An abundance of appreciation
It begins as a knitting project but somehow each garment ends up having a more involved back story. This project was all about finding the right yarn or should I say, the right yarn combination. Fur varsity jacket. As quickly as I could say those words, fur varsity jacket, I was smitten. Vladimir Teriokhin never disappoints and again here I was ready and willing to embark on another one of his designs.
Who is he? What does he know? Henry Wadsworth Longfellow? While habits unfamiliar, we find our way Each day different, “one day at a time”, we say. like the crystals in a kaleidoscope, one turn and the reaction unfolds. Silence from others, busily living as the world turns we carry on In case you were wondering, he is sweet and tender as always, during this complicated time.
I love pink, especially pale pink. Inspired by Rebecca Taylor‘s color palette as seen in some of her recent collections and the fact that I am making every attempt coordinating the pieces I knit with my existing wardrobe, I thought I would knit myself a kind of mini collection. With my eye on a knitted modern baseball jacket pattern (foreshadowing), I wondered if the other pink yarn I had in my stash might make the perfect complement as a hoodie.
Copper garment, “Orange is the new black.” “Absolutely retro, yet undeniably modern.” “Is it a tunic or sweater?” Symbol of life change. Simple style while coping with the complicated. Vintage yarn at hand, modern technique repairing life lines. Busy constructing, resting to heal Strong statement, rebuilding strength. The tiger lilies recently transplanted in a courtyard otherwise unruffled from one garden to another. Today, to my surprise blooms of copper, in a sea of green just two of them . . . for now to welcome my best friend home. Thank you to my dear knitting friend, Gina for the rooted cuttings and whose constant and continual support helps me to go on and for Sarah, a blog writer whose words were of inspiration to me. I cannot forget Denise and Terry who are constants in the VK Challenge. Copper garment details, HERE.