Some kid-stories from the weekend:
–On a walk with a Small Boy, we were walking along the hedgerow, and I noticed that deep musky base-note odor and said, “Do you smell the fox?” Boy blinked, grinned, and said, “No. That was just me.” Getting more and more like his dad every day.
–Yesterday, someone was running around the house, yelling, “Happy Villaintine’s Day! I’m a Villain!”
1. Crocheting. I love this business of taking a piece of thread/yarn/ribbon/string and giving it a form and a shape. It means something more than it means, you know? It’s one of those meditative activities that brings clarity and focus to my brain. Threads of thought, threads of emotion, threads of conversation get twisted and knotted and formed into something tangible.
2. Putting puzzles together with my parents. Playing Uno with my kids. Gathering around the table to delight in each other.
3. Wind! Oh, that wind! Little snow devils twisting and twirling over the fields. Wild gusts and squalls whooshing through the hollow. Wind makes me feel feral, makes me want to fly with the rebel crows, makes my bones ache with longing to travel. (Maybe this is why I need the grounding and centering action of crochet right now.)
4. Transformation. Transfiguration. Metamorphosis. Change. Shift. Revolution.
5. So many shades of green.
May we walk in Beauty!