So my balance for this day (this week, this year – this life?) is trying to figure out how to let go of the myriad hurts I suffer (self inflicted or not) and forgive the source of them, even if that source is me.
Category: Philosophical
Knit & Crochet Blog Week – A Knitter or Crocheter For All Seasons?
Find the joy and love in everything you make, try not to get too caught up in deadlines, and let passion guide you to projects that move you.
Best Friends
I joked recently that it’s dangerous to be loved by me, because that seems to equal a diagnosis of cancer. Okay, so it’s not funny, but it sure feels true some days.
Designers Block?
I have to trust myself, my notes, and my ability to revisit a good idea later when it really resonates with a current design problem.
Did you miss me?
It’s a silly kind of depressive feeling where I know I need help with some things, but I’m feeling just foolish and worthless enough to NOT ask for help.
Last Minute Gifts To Make A Difference
There are myriad organizations that support people, animals, the planet and arts which count on the holiday season to shore up their budget for the coming year.
Update of the Thankful
We live better than most monarchs have for much of the history of mankind. We had an exceptional Thanksgiving meal (and leftovers!) We know how lucky we are.
Who Owns our Ears & Eyes?
I love this graphic, and wanted to share it. This has nothing to do with knitting, but it’s important to keep in mind. Especially now that the Supreme Court’s determined that Money = Free Speech (!?) Source: Frugal dad
Something Free, and Something Freeing
One of the loveliest kindnesses we knitters & crocheters can engage in is to give a necessary gift. Maimonides wrote that there are 8 levels of Tzedakah (charity), the highest form being when neither the giver nor the recipient are aware of each others identity.
No One Gets Out Alive
Find the joy TODAY in what you’re doing, even if it’s restocking a shelf or mailing books [raises hand] because YOU are responsible for discovering joy wherever it’s hiding. Life is terminal.