To tell The Tale of Two Years that unleashed Moving to the Mountain, I have to go back in my journals and to memories of seemingly insignificant, nuanced events I did not record. While growing into a new life, freedom is my food. My spirit is buoyant, floating, and my physical body emulates that. The… Continue reading Documenting Transitions & Poncho Knitting Pattern
Occasionally, I throw myself at a project, craft, book, only to slip away on a whim, eloping with another that piques my interest. Or, and this is the more likely scenario, circumstances change and my energy, shifting to adapt, has to let go of pastimes that mean a great deal to me. Then one day,… Continue reading Circling Back
Ma, move! I jump up as nimbly and urgently as my crossed legs allow. My son has launched himself from an armchair and is at my side, grabbing my arm. Moments before I was sitting on the floor in a bone-warming rectangle of sunlight in the living room, knitting a long garter stitch rectangle which… Continue reading A Seagull Overhead – Documenting Transitions
There's a rat-a-tat-tat on my door. I open, and there you are, standing on the front doorstep, a potted plant in hand, a sweet smile on your sweet face (a face as sweet as yours is uncommon; you are especially sweet). I step back, allowing you to step inside. Hellooooo, you say. Congratulations! You extend… Continue reading You Have Arrived!
When I see a flying saucer I'm putting cups on a tray, a big X on the lawn (there's no space to land, but my guests can come down in a beam-elevator), and I'll play Over the Moon from E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial through my son's Rocka speaker so they feel appreciated and welcome. I've been… Continue reading Cups for Flying Saucers
A tiny child with fluffy ringlets is tottering along the path, jabbering away in Ee-wah-e-meee small talk. She totters past my unit every day and has the gift of the gabble. I don't understand her language, but I have no problem interpreting what it says about her: she's an engaging, peppy, strong-willed Miss Madam. I… Continue reading Somebody & Little-Girl-Shrunk