Musings On Life & Knitting

Can You Say - Wrapigan?

2011-07-17T13:05:00.009-04:00

It's been quite some time since I've written and a lot has happened.

On May 27th, my kids and I were involved in a very serious automobile accident. My children were able to walk away. I spent 3 days in ICU and 10 in the hospital. I am home recuperating and grateful to be alive.

...And I'm knitting!

Not since my first sweater (pictured here) have I been so excited about a knitting project. But I am in a state of euphoria over my newest one. I have just cast on decadently delicious Peruvian Tweed Alpaca yarn to make the Wrapigan. It's not quite a cardigan because it has long ends that can be wrapped in several ways. And it's not quite a wrap because it has sleeves. It can be worn open in the front or in the back. It was designed by the Stitch Poet, out of Charlotte, NC. It is both sassy and sophisticated. You may click here to purchase a copy of this and other Stitch Poet patterns. You'll love her work. I certainly do.

I've never knit with alpaca before. It's now my new favorite yarn. I also have a knitter's confession to make. I am a bit intimidated by patterns, especially if I really like the garment. My first sweater was made under the tutalege of a skillful knitter and friend. Here, I'm on my own. (Okay, I'm not really on my own. I have my Ravelry friends, including the designer, to help me.)

Stay tuned for the finished product. I can't wait to wear it! I promise to jump, shout, strut, and pose when it's finished. Oh, and of course post a photo here.

Until next time...

Dining With Wisdom

2011-04-22T09:53:00.003-04:00

I recently received a one-of-kind invitation to dine with Shirley Paden! For those who may not know her, she's a world-renowned knitwear designer. Getting a spot in one of her workshops is a feat. A dinner invite is "beyond, beyond". Of course, I accepted.

Memorable conversation can be had around any dinner table and that evening was no different. We had fun and good fellowship as we laughed and talked about everything from husbands to make-up. And of course we talked knitting.

Of the four of us, I was the newest knitter, having started about four years ago. We asked Shirley several questions and she graciously and honestly answered them all. I sat back and drank in the opportunity as I listened to her share her perspective on the shift in the fiber retail industry. She talked openly about the business of knitting, including her long-lasting relationship with Interweave and Vogue Knitting. She spoke of her students and those who work for her.

She told us stories of her early beginnings as a designer and her recent trip to Denmark. I asked about her fabulous pieces and learned that they are knit one time only. As I listened, I realized that the knitting community, while vast, is really small and that the giants in the field are generally welcoming and accessible.

After a couple of hours had gone by, I sat back in my seat as revelation whispered in my ear. You are dining with wisdom. It is said that when you want to learn about something, you find the best in that field, whatever it may be, and you learn all that you can from them. I was in the midst of a golden opportunity. And I'll never forget it.

Shirley was in town conducting her Finishing Workshop. Taught with the organization and attention to detail that is a Shirley Paden trademark (take it from a trademark attorney), it was a great investment of both time and money. She provided us with everything from the darning needle and contrasting scrap yarn to the miniature garment pieces that we practiced on.

We learned to see the details in the knitted pieces. They became like fabric in our hands as we eyed the patterns in the stitches. We became familiar with recognizing stitch direction and learned the proper way to seam for optimal strength. We even got a taste of her Casting-On Workshop when she shared four different cast-on stitches and the kind of edging produced by each.

I absolutely love knitting. I left the workshop armed with a new perspective on the craft. I now see hand-knit garments with a different eye. And I understand, a little more, the adage "the devil is in the detail". Thank you, Shirley, for giving me all that I need to conquer this knitting devil!

Until next time...

Now That It's Spring...

2011-04-08T09:55:00.002-04:00

Until next time...

Love is...

2011-02-13T19:57:00.002-05:00

Patient
Love is kind
It does not envy
It does not boast
It is not proud
It does not dishonor others
It is not self-seeking
It is not easily angered
It keeps no record of wrongs
Love does not delight in evil
But rejoices with the truth
It always protects
Always trusts
Always hopes
Always perseveres
Love never fails. 1 Cor. 13:4-7

May your Valentine's Day (and every day) be filled with love.

Until next time...

Legacy

2011-01-13T19:21:00.003-05:00

I recently attended a Founder's Day program for my sorority, Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc. Having gone with my mother, a charter member of her chapter, I left with a burning question on my mind - What is MY legacy? What am I leaving this world?

The answer came a couple of days later in the form of a "thank you" from my little sister from undergraduate school. We recently reconnected and it's just like old times. She shared with me how much I helped her when we were in school. According to her, I touched her life in ways I never knew. On this particular day, she touched mine.

Then it hit me. Everyday, with every encounter, I contribute to my legacy. I impact the lives of others and leave my thumbprint on all that I touch.

Guess what? So do you.

Until next time...

To all of my sorors, Happy Founder's Day!

It's 2011!

2011-01-01T13:14:00.005-05:00

In so many ways it is a gift to be able to cross over from one year to the next. For whatever this may mean to you...

Until next time...

Immanuel

2010-12-24T05:46:00.004-05:00

For several reasons, this has been the most stressful holiday season I've experienced in years. And I haven't liked it one bit. Since Thanksgiving, a small voice inside of me has been repeating one word over and over again. "Focus, focus."

"If I could only focus before Christmas day gets here," has been my urgent thought. And then it happened. While listening to Handel's "Messiah," I heard what I needed to hear.

"Immanuel, God with us."

I reflected on those words. What does it really mean to have "God with us?" Just imagine - the God of the universe, maker of heaven and earth, the God that is full of power and wisdom, and might. The God that is the embodiment of love. That God...here.

...With us.

What an amazingly wonderful thought. In that moment, I slowly exhaled as a smile made it's way across my face.

NOW, things are in focus.

Aaaaaaaaah! Immanuel...the magic of Christmas.

" BEHOLD, THE VIRGIN SHALL BE WITH CHILD AND SHALL BEAR A SON, AND THEY SHALL CALL HIS NAME IMMANUEL," which translated means, " GOD WITH US."
Matt. 1:23

May the blessings of the season be with you now and in the New Year.

Until next time...

Shirley in Review

2010-12-05T19:30:00.000-05:00

I have been waiting all year to meet her. Her name is Shirley Paden. For those who are non-knitters, she's a world-renowned hand knitwear designer. And I had the privilege of attending her Design Basics Course which is based on her best-selling book, "Knitwear Design Workshop: A Comprehensive Guide to Handknits".

I love learning, knitting, and learning about knitting. And there's nothing like learning from the best. Shirley Paden is certainly that. Anyone who knows her work knows that her patterns are not for the faint at heart. Just in case you didn't know, her class is no different. Take a look for yourself...

We spent an entire day learning to take accurate measurements, configuring garment pieces, and crunching numbers in specific mathematical formulas. But it wasn't all for naught. Despite our bewildered expressions and Shirley's gentle (and at times, not so gentle) nudging, we were able to translate those formulas into actual knitting patterns. In the end, she "felt our energy" and we did her proud.

I now have a greater sense of design technicalities such as the importance of swatching. I am also inspired and encouraged in my ability to envision a garment and create it. In looking back, I'm determined not to let the time, experience, and money invested go to waste.

I LOVE to knit!!!

Until next time...

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The Kitchen

2010-11-06T08:46:00.004-04:00

Those who know me know that I spend LOTS of time at my parent's house, the same one I grew up in. Even my husband and kids enjoy going. It has become our second home. Because of the time that we spend there, my mother and I are often planning our meals together, haunted by the question, "What are we havin' for dinner?" Which brings me to the subject of this blog.

My mother's kitchen is where I spend most of my time when we visit. It has become a womb of sorts for me. She and I are there together. It is warm. And we are intimately connected. We cook and we talk. We watch the small television together and we laugh. I ask her opinion, get her advice, and curl her hair. She asks my opinion, makes suggestions, and sneaks treats to my children. We shop in bulk and split our purchases in the kitchen. We plan, we dream, and we catch up on the family. I correct her knitting mistakes. She models the depth and breath of motherhood. Sometimes she stands at the sink and I at the stove. Side-by-side we simply exist in the same space amidst the sounds of running water and frying fish.

I drink in these moments, savoring each as if my life depends on them. In so many ways, at least for now, it does. I recognize that they won't last forever. But in the meantime, if you're looking for me and I'm not home, chances are I'm in the kitchen.

Until next time...

Mission Accomplished!

2010-10-13T23:09:00.004-04:00

The final rescuer is on his way out of the San Jose Mine. The world needed to witness and experience what has taken place over the past 24 hours.

Thank You, Lord!

Until next time...

Amazing!!!!

2010-10-12T23:36:00.004-04:00

There is no other word to describe the demonstration of the human spirit and the will to survive exhibited by the 33 Chilean miners. They have been trapped several thousand feet below the surface of the earth in the San Jose Mine for more than 60 days.

I have been captivated by the story since first learning of it. As I pen this post and watch the rescue live, I am filled with awe at what man is capable of overcoming when sustained by the hand of God.

Until next time...

Miss Y'all!!!

2010-10-06T20:57:00.001-04:00

Warmth is what I felt as I read the get-well wishes sent to me by my knitting friends after my surgery. It made me smile to know that my absence had been felt. I pondered the fact that I was worthy of the investment made: a greeting card, a postage stamp, and hand-written sentiments. These acts may seem small but the thoughtfulness that they represented are not.

Community was the word that quickly came to mind. I thought about the fact that Fiber-istas are a special group of people. We come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and walks of life but we are knit together by a love for yarn (pun intended) and the great things that can be done with it.

It's been quite some time since I've been able to sit-n-stitch with The Knitterz. I hope to make it out soon. I'll have to. I need your help on my Shirley Paden project.

Until next time...

The Crutch Dynamic

2010-09-24T01:00:00.006-04:00

I've spent the past few weeks getting around on crutches. And now that I'm down to one I've noticed something. A crutch is a double-edged sword. It is useful for providing support but it can also create a dependency that prolongs the healing process.

My knee is getting stronger every day. However I sometimes lean on the crutch instead of allowing my leg to bear the weight that it is capable of bearing. I must consciously remind myself to "stand on my own".

While it is necessary for my mobility, leaning all the time is not comfortable. The crutch was not intended to be permanent. Honestly, it's creating a new set of discomforts like the pain in my wrist, hand, and shoulder. I also realize how much my other leg has been over compensating for the injury.

In therapy I was given a set of exercises that are difficult and painful. And I'm required to do them every day. I was told that they important not just for rebuilding strength. They are necessary for reprogramming those movements and coordinates into my brain because I haven't done them in such a long time.

I have to admit, I'm struggling. There's a balance between allowing my body to heal properly and being sick and tired of the pain, inconvenience, and the crutch. I've been assured that if I do my exercises as instructed and allow myself the time, my knee will be as good as new.

Aaaaaah, now I understand the reference to something or someone being a "crutch". Initially it serves an important purpose but over time it impedes progress towards strength and self-sufficiency. When relied upon too much one never learns to handle the situation on his own. The crutch is always right there by his side.

If this resonates with you, join me. "Work-out" your situation and wean yourself off of the crutch.

Until next time...

Thanks Cici!

2010-09-17T22:42:00.004-04:00

A big thank you goes out to my knitting sister for nominating me and this blog for The Versatile Blogger Award. With a silly and cheesy grin, I gladly accept.

In order to accept this Award:
1. Thank the person who gave you this award.
2. Share 7 things not known about yourself.
3. Pass the award along to another fantastic blogger.
4. Contact the blogger/s you’ve picked and let them know about the award.

Here goes...

Thing 1: I recently stopped eating highly processed foods (more than 5 ingredients), purchased a VitaMix, and have become a "green smoothie-aholic".

Thing 2: Over a year ago at an evening Sit-n-Stitch Cici talked about being a monogamous knitter and I've been one ever since, working on only one project at a time.

Thing 3: I love snacks that are both salty and sweet: kettle popcorn, pure cocoa with almonds, or dark chocolate-covered pretzels.

Thing 4: My husband truly is my very best friend. Ashamedly, I've only recently to realized it. Surprisingly, it's made me a better wife.

Thing 5: I have a small garden in my yard where I grow fresh herbs and a few vegetables. Yes, my father's southern genes have surfaced.

Thing 6: I listen to audio books while I'm in my kitchen cooking and doing the dishes. You should try it. It has turned what used to be a chore into "me" time.

Thing 7: I used to wish I could sing. I don't anymore. I relish in the gifts that I've been given.

I nominate a friend from college, Tia. We haven't seen one another since we graduated and I'm not even sure if she knows that I follow her blog. I guess she will now. Hey Tia!

Until next time...

Heal & Rebuild

2010-09-09T22:18:00.000-04:00

Last October I pushed too quickly up a steep incline headed towards the finish line at the Marine Corp. 10k run. My previous experiences with the Marine Corp. Marathon a few years prior taught me that that wasn't a good idea. I blamed adrenaline. My knee blamed me.

Fast forward to this March on the ski slopes. The accusing knee let me know who was really in charge when I fell, aggravating the original injury. After constant pain, trips to the doctor, several weeks of physical therapy, and a cortisone shot, I learned that I would need surgery. Yaaaay! The problem was finally going to be fixed.

It is now one week post-op and I realize that I'm not going to be "shredding" anything with Jillian Michaels for quite a while (Are you familiar with her 30 Day Shred dvd?). Yes, the problem has been resolved. But now I must heal and rebuild. These are the words that came to me when I received a text asking how I was doing.

See, I saw myself at the end of the process without taking into account the process itself. But now that the problem has been resolved, cuts on the inside and incisions on the outside all must heal. Only then can I begin to stretch what has become tight, increase my range of motion, and strengthen muscles that haven't been used in almost a year. If I do it right, I'll be as good as new. If I don't, I'll never be the same again.

So it is with the hurts, tears, and breaks that life brings. They too need time to heal. And only then can rebuilding take place. If done right, restoration occurs. If not, the damage remains and infects other aspects of life.

Healing requires time, stillness, acknowledging the pain, and looking forward to the other side. It is the progression that occurs naturally and it's always best when we yield to it. Rebuilding is a bit different. It requires work and determination. It is often dreaded and painful. Yet it is necessary.

Torn knee? Or broken relationship? Either way, allow it to heal and rebuild. I believe you'll be glad you did.

Until next time...

Casting On

2010-09-07T11:15:00.005-04:00

Disclaimer: This posting is likely to bore the non-knitter.

I was excited to be able to cast on a new project the other day. To me casting on is like springtime. There's newness and excitement mixed with a bit of anticipation.

I wondered, "How do other knitters feel when they cast-on?"

So I decided to send out this inquiry in humble hopes of getting a reply. If you are so inclined, please finish the sentence below.

Casting on is like...

Until next time...

Where, Oh Where...

2010-08-28T21:21:00.004-04:00

...has the summer gone???!!!

Was it the camping trip, swimming lessons, or lacrosse camp? Engineering, basketball, or golf camps? Paddle boating on the Tidal Basin or standing in awe at architectural masterpieces depicted in Lego? Maybe it was the trip to the beach... Oh I know, it was the "semi-extreme make-over" that occurred in my home and the 8-week summer session that I taught.

Yes, this has been a very full summer. And although I'm not ready for it to end I know that it must.

Possessions do not bring riches to our lives. Experiences do.

Now I understand. My whirlwind of a summer has made me a multi-billionaire!

Until next time...

A Memoir

2010-08-03T05:03:00.007-04:00

On July 4th my aunt, Norlishia A. Jackson, succumbed to ovarian cancer. My life and our family will never be the same.

Aunt Nor was a freelance writer. From the moment she learned of my desire to do the same, she served as a mentor and resource. She posed one question to me every time we spoke. "What cha' workin' on?" It was a gentle reminder to me that as a writer, I should always have a work in progress.

She served as an editor and contributing writer to the Delta Journal, the primary publication of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc. Through the years she wrote several speeches for the sorority's past presidents and other national officers. She was also instrumental in chartering the Federal City Alumnae Chapter here in Washington, DC. Her work was so profound in Delta that prominent members of the sorority, poet Nikki Giovanni and Dr. Gloria R. Scott (the first African-American to serve as president of the Girl Scouts of America and past president of Bennett College) knew her well and made special trips to speak at the service.

Aunt Nor was creative, funny, giving, loving, and a take-no-stuff sort of woman - all at the same time. She was the best story teller I've ever known. She could tell a story that would make you laugh days, months, even years later. She loved our large extended family and kept us connected through gatherings, newsletters, and a family directory that she created. She was crazy about her sisters and even crazier about her grandchildren, or should I call them her "diva-children" (She refused to be grandma so "Diva" she was).

I could go on and on and on but I won't. Instead, with a grateful and heavy heart, I'll simply say...

I miss you and love you so much Aunt Nor.

Unencumbered

2010-06-28T05:04:00.005-04:00

It was our family's first camping trip. We pitched a tent, unrolled our sleeping bags, and "roughed it" with a group of friends and their kids. We had the time of our lives.

It was hot. We were smelly. There were bugs of all sorts and other small creatures. We felt sticky, a bit grimy, and were constantly covered in bug spray - the strong kind. Oh, and did I mention it was hot?

I thought about the fact that people camp all of the time and I wondered why. I slowed my pace, pondered, and eventually I got it.

A neck-craning look up at the very tall trees surrounding us put me in awe as their cone-filled tops swayed in a breeze we never felt. I shared a shower with the brightest green frog I'd ever seen, well...except maybe on the Planet Earth DVD. A lonesome stroll back to the tent surprised a raccoon who was seconds away from tearing our garbage from its post. And a walk to the bathroom in the pitch black of night revealed the brightest stars I've ever seen.

The kids ran and played and created a constant backdrop of giggles and laughter. They scootered and skated on the narrowly paved road. They tossed a football, beanbags, and water balloons. They enjoyed a nearby beach - in their clothes. And they discovered.

At the end of the day when we zipped our tent they looked up and exclaimed, "we could live like this!" And they meant it.

Burdens come with conveniences and luxuries but we seldom step away from them long enough to realize it. In the woods, we were unencumbered. All of us felt it. There were no Nintendos, no internet, and no agendas. There was the simple company of family and good friends. And there was leisure.

The experience was invaluable. I now understand a way of existence that I hadn't known prior to that weekend. And I know how to get it when I need it. Could you use a bit of freedom? If so, I suggest you pack a tent, gather close friends, and head for the woods.

Until next time...

The Sweater!!!

2010-05-18T20:48:00.009-04:00

There are no words to describe how I feel in this photo. I'm wearing the VERY 1st sweater I've ever knit. I've been working on it off and on for over a year.

There's something to be said for pressing on even when you can't see the end. That's what I did - one stitch at a time. I had a GREAT mentor (Thanks, Jess!) who said that there are 84,000 stitches to this pattern. I doubled that number, easily. If you count all of the mistakes that I frogged, I'm sure I made it twice.

Inca (the sweater pattern) taught me more about knitting then I could have ever learned in a class; everything from knitting cables to grafting wool. I learned how to see and correct errors and how to adjust pattern instructions.

And I experienced, yet again, a key life principle: No matter what, never give up.

Until next time...

Making Adjustments

2010-03-27T08:45:00.003-04:00

After four years I have returned to working outside of the home. And it's been a major adjustment. I'm adjusting. My family is adjusting. Even my laundry is adjusting.

Transition is not always easy. But it is necessary. When life brings change it beckons us to move in step with that change. Some adjustments are small, like a lean in the movie theater when the person in front of you shifts in their seat. Others are not so small, like learning a "new normal" after the death of a loved one.

Change is a good thing. Growing through that change is even better. For this reason, I have decided to do the best that I can at each point of decision. And when it gets tough, I'll remember that it won't be this way forever.

Just look at me. I think I've grown an inch!

Until next time...

Knitter's Delight!

2010-02-10T09:23:00.002-05:00

Those of us in the Washington metropolitan area are experiencing a knitter's delight! The Blizzard of 2010, affectionately known as "Snowpocalypse", has altered our normal course of life and given us lots of down time. This always means more time to knit...at least for me.

Okay so I still have laundry to do and three snowed-in children. My husband is feeling "snow fatigued" and I'm cooking around the clock. But when did that ever matter???!!! I'm taking complete advantage of the situation and I invite snowed-in knitters worldwide to join me.

Dig through your stash. Find that pattern - you know, the one that you've been meaning to start. And cast on.

Until next time...

Alive On The Inside

2010-02-07T13:23:00.005-05:00

What appears dead on the outside may really be alive and growing on the inside. There, I've said it. I've made my point in the very first sentence.

The other day I noticed that one of the stalks in my Lucky Bamboo arrangement was dead. It was yellow with black spots and it was dried out. Gone were the firm leaves and the vibrant green color. Or so I thought.

As I went to throw it out I noticed something quite peculiar. The very top was bright green and two new leaves were sprouting from it, firm leaves. Even the roots contained new sprouts.

I stepped back and thought - Should I keep it or get rid of it? I was in a quandary. Relationships, opportunities, dreams, and endeavors came to mind. How many things have I given up on and discarded because they appeared dead on the outside or felt dry to the touch?

How many have you?

In case you were wondering, I chose to keep the ugly stalk. And it's still alive...on the inside.

Until next time...

5 Questions to Ask Before Giving Up on Your Goals

2010-01-25T11:51:00.003-05:00

This was sent to me and I thought it was so good that I wanted to share.

1. Do I need to break it into smaller, more bite-sized action steps?
If you force too many goals at once, you set yourself up for failure. All you need to do if this is the case, is break the goal into smaller pieces and perhaps give yourself a more palatable time line. "By the Yard is Hard, but Inch-by-inch anythings a Cinch!"

2. What is the biggest obstacle to my progress?
If your goal is to eat healthier, but if your attempts to stay on track are sabotaged by the fact that you have to eat on the run and find yourself grabbing fast food every day for lunch, or dinner (which is what we often do), you've got a problem. Identify the things that are impeding your progress.

3. What can I do to alleviate any obstacle to my success?
Next, address every obstacle by brainstorming for a workable solution. That means it needs to be a solution you will actually use. Be honest with yourself about what you need. And if you struggle to come up with solutions, ask someone who has already conquered the challenge you face.

4. Am I pursuing the wrong goal for me?
Sometimes being stuck is a way for your authentic self to put its foot down. If you can't seem to get unstuck, ask yourself, "Why is this goal so important to me? What's the purpose?" What's my WHY? "Who do I know that can assist me?" "Is there another goal (perhaps even a similar goal) that resonates with me more?"

5. Am I holding on to the wrong goal, or is my EGO blocking my Progress?
Don't fall into the trap of letting your EGO block you from accepting advice from others! What's more important - Your Ego, or your Success? Sticking with something that's not working, when others around you are having Success, is a Clue that YOU need to adjust something that YOU are doing!

My challenge to you this week:
Identify a goal that you are struggling to complete. Ask yourself, "Who can best guide me?" And then seek, and accept that guidance!!

Until next time...

So, What Are You Doing?

2010-01-22T13:30:00.003-05:00

After three years of home-educating my children and being out of the workforce, I went back to work. Yesterday. It wasn't easy or convenient or without challenges. But it was satisfying. I did what I was meant to do. I taught my first class at a local university. The students, whether there by choice or necessity, were engaged and involved. Open dialogue gave way to an exchange of ideas. And it motivated me.

At the end of a very long day, I went to bed with aching feet (it's been a while since I've trekked across a college campus), a sense of satisfaction, and a knowing. "I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it!" I said to myself say as the first class ended. The "it" of hopes and dreams and what-ifs. The "it" of trying and failing and trying again.

I know that this is what I was meant to do and that I am where I'm supposed to be - at least for now. The many paths of my life converge on this moment. And after much seeking, I can rest.

Are you doing what you were created to do? Are you fulfilled? Satisfied? Contented? If so, revel in it. If not, go after it. Whatever it is. It's out there and it's waiting for you.

Until next time...

A Lesson Learned While Knitting: More Than A Ball of Yarn

2010-01-13T11:33:00.004-05:00

This Christmas I received a ball winder from one of my very close knitting friends. When I pulled it out to use for the very first time, I was immediately joined by my daughter. What started as the mundane task of winding yarn turned into precious moments that are forever etched in my heart.

"Wait Mom, I want to wind my yarn," were her words as she ran for her knitting bag. And wind her yarn we did...for an hour...in our pj's...while watching the Cosby Show. We worked together unraveling, untangling, and winding. We shared, we laughed, and we celebrated every cake-shaped ball of yarn as if it were a masterpiece.

To us, it was.

As a mother, I quickly recognized the sweetness of the hour and I embraced it. Soon, winding yarn with her mother will be the farthest thing from my daughter's mind. With this revelation, I looked at my little plastic ball winder and was grateful for the gift. While it was given for one intention, I received so much more.

The next time you are toiling over WIPs that happen to be for other people: a baby blanket, hat, or pair of fingerless gloves, be encouraged and reminded that it may touch in ways you never imagined.

Thank you, Thella!

Until next time...

I Told You I Was New At This...

2010-01-07T12:16:00.003-05:00

After several unsuccessful attempts at responding to a question posed in a comment to the last blog, I decided to post my response.

Can I comment on my own blog?

Anyway, here's my response:

Letting go requires a little of both faith and hope. Whenever I'm confronted with the prospect of purging, I honestly answer one or more of the following questions:

1. Why am I keeping this?
2. Does it fulfill a need or a want?
3. Does it add or take away?
4. When was the last time I used it?

I hope this helps.

Until next time...

The Freedom of Letting Go

2010-01-04T15:59:00.003-05:00

I don't know about you but sometimes I like to hold on to things; not everything, just certain things. "I may need it one day," is the rationale. Sometimes the items are tangible like a book or a shirt. Sometimes, intangible like a perceived opportunity or an unfruitful relationship. Either way, they take up space and drain energy.

There is freedom in letting go, a release, an unleashing. And today, I experienced that freedom. I let go of something. And I have to admit - it felt good. As a result, I've increased my capacity to receive something else in return. While it wasn't planned, it was a great way to start the new year. And I'm excited about what's to come.

There really is a time for everything - even letting go. As you embark upon this new year, free yourself.

Until next time...

Happy New Year!

2010-01-01T15:02:00.000-05:00

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A Lesson Learned While Knitting: W.I.P.s

2009-12-28T01:09:00.005-05:00

I had a revelation. W.I.P.s ("works in progress" for the non-knitters) are not bad. They don't mean that I'm impatient or lack the ability to follow-through. They aren't just unfinished sweaters or hats or socks whose only purpose is to force me to buy new needles. I shouldn't be ashamed of them nor should I shy away from them. In actuality, they represent what's in store; what is yet to be. Improvement. Progression. Creation.

Isn't that what we are - works in progress? Aren't we growing and developing? Setting goals, reaching them, and setting new ones? Evolving. Maturing. Thriving. If not, we should be.

As this year draws to a close and you look forward to 2010, do so with expectation. And when the new year rolls in, pick up where you left off and get to knittin'.

Until next time...

Promises Promises

2009-12-24T08:16:00.005-05:00

A promise...

Kept...

That's really the heart of Christmas, isn't it? God made a promise...to people that He loved. He promised a Savior. And He went through whatever was necessary to deliver on that promise. He didn't change His mind or get a better offer or wait for just the right time or forget. He said what He would do and He did what He said. And as a result, He changed the world.

Fast-forward... Thursday, December 24, 2009.

You and I - we're not God. But we do make promises. More than we know. The question is do we keep them? Some are big, like marriage vows. Others are so small that they get lost in mid-air. "Ok, honey, I'll be off the computer in one minute." Either way, a promise is a promise. And a promise kept can change the world.

This Christmas, set your heart on being a world-changer.

Until next time...

Family

2009-12-23T09:54:00.007-05:00

As I stepped out of my door I was greeted by my oldest son. "Sssshh, we're gonna get Dad," were the hushed words he spoke to me as he held a gloved hand to his lips. A cursory look revealed my three children stockpiling snowballs.

Out comes my husband moments later and you guessed it - he was pummeled. I sat in the car and waited as the battle escalated. Soon, I was joined by the first casualty. My youngest son had managed to lose both boot and sock in 20+ inches of snow. Next, my husband made his way to the car and jumped in. "Thud, thud," went the two snowballs that followed him. We looked at one another and exchanged that "this is the life" look. A slight grin parted his lips as he inhaled and headed back to war.

It's hard being married in 2009. And it's even harder being married with children. Family and relationships are the greatest gifts we have. When life brings snow battles your way, relish them.

Until next time...

A Lesson Learned While Knitting

2009-12-21T08:14:00.008-05:00

I fell into the world of knitting on a humble. I put my daughter in a class at a local knit shop and the mothers got to learn free of charge. I knew how to crochet from childhood but never learned to knit. The class was all it took. I was and am forever hooked.

There is a sweet rhythm to knitting that pulls me away from all that bombards my consciousness. It rocks me and soothes me gently like a loving mother. And it is enhanced by the bond of sisterhood that is found among those who share my passion. To knit with others who also enjoy the craft is a welcome respite from the demands of being a wife and mother of three in the 21st century. It is a source of encouragement, learning, and lots of laughter.

It didn't take long before the art began to speak to me. And it does so almost every time I knit. It's more than knit and purl, worsted weight, and circular needles. More than turning a heel, twisting a stitch, or froggin' a hat. It speaks life lessons, "purls of wisdom", truths that become a part of who I am.

Here's one that I'd like to share: Life is a combination of "simple complexities" repeated. All of the beautiful patterns of knitting are created from two stitches worked over and over again: the knit stitch and the purl stitch. Once you get them down you can make anything you want because every other stitch is just a variation.

Isn't that like life? A few "basic stitches" such as treating others the way that you'd like to be treated or putting yesterday in the past can go a long way in creating new and exciting things in your life. Think about it. What simple lessons do you go back to and apply even in the most difficult of circumstances? Is it saying thank you or merely looking someone in the eye and smiling when you greet them? Is it putting things back where you found them, thinking before you speak, or letting by-gones be by-gones?

When you think about it, life really is a combination of "simple complexities" applied repeatedly and over time. Go back to the basics and create something beautiful today.

Until next time...

I Did It!!!

2009-12-20T08:07:00.002-05:00

You know that thing that you've always wanted to do, said you were born to do, think about doing but never actually get around to? Yes, that thing. Well, I've done it. I'm tired of thinking about it and I'm tired of talking about it. Today is the day that I've taken my writing into the 21st century by creating this blog. I'm ready for the adventure! Thanks for coming along with me.

I'm a native Washingtonian and yesterday we experienced an historic snowstorm. Oh - the beauty and stillness that it created. I love the way that God quiets our lives in such majestic ways. And there's absolutely nothing we can do about it. But if we aren't careful, we'll miss it. We'll miss the experience. We'll lose it among complaints of being cold, or having to shovel. What about the movie that we should have rented or the bread we should have bought? By the way, why is it that snow storms create such a demand for bread and milk?

Anyway, all I want to say is this - don't miss the moment. Take time today and look out your window. Look up at the sky. Inhale deeply. Bring to mind that "thing" that you've always wanted to do. And do it!

Until next time...