I haven’t had much time to blog lately. Deeply entrenched in getting my teddy bears in their homes by Christmas Eve. It has been a wonderful two weeks. The room I’m staying in at my mother’s place is truly beginning to look like Santa’s workshop. Bits of knitting, bows, and boxes all over the place.
I wanted to blog tonight because I had a moment just a few minutes ago where I was reminded of the unexpected beauty in life. My mother’s balcony is adjacent to the marshes. All sorts of wild things happen out there. But, just a short while ago I got to see dolphins play, about three of them, as the sun was setting. I took a seat, watched them toss themselves in the air, dance about in the water, then scurry on. Life happens to move like that for me. Great things happen when I’m not looking for them. They simply appear, you smile, you admire the brilliance that is spontaneity, and you weep at how wonderful it is.
I like it here. If I could stay at my mom’s forever, I would. But, at the end of the month, I need to move on. I need to have my own home, cook my own food, wash my own clothes. After a year of being estranged, I’m home. And I love it. I feel safe, I feel protected and cared for. But, I do think that I’ll make St. Simons my home. I tried it once when I was in my 20’s, but none of us do things correctly in our 20’s.
Mario seems to be so comfortable that I often find her in a spot in the middle of any room, sprawling spread eagle and urging anyone to rub her belly. Yes, I know cats aren’t usually fond of having their tummies rubbed, but she seems to feel safe enough to let anyone passing by pet her.
If you missed it, my little teddy bears were on the Martha Stewart show on Thursday. Thanks to a great many people, I’ve been supplied a link to the show, and if you didn’t get a chance to see them, click here. Martha actually seemed genuinely enamored with my little bears. I think I just might be on to something….
Ok. Back to work. It’s crunch time. I’ve got 3 bears a day to knit up until next Tuesday. And in the interim, John (my mother’s husband) and I are going to be ringing bells for the Salvation Army tomorrow. So, even though I don’t have tons of cash, I at least can supply my time to ring the infamous bell. I’m feeling good. Feeling like…..
….like I understand what love is.