Oh, aren’t we all just so happy it’s a new year? Mercy, that last one was a rough, wasn’t it?
If it’s one thing that 2020 taught me, it me was that life is filled with uncontrollable uncertainties. I also learned, from first hand point of view, that the limits to your happiness, your search for peace, your brightness should never dim simply because the world has become a dark place. As a matter of fact, your light should be beaming even brighter when situations darken around you. (Funny. I was going to write, “when life darkens around you.” But, that’s something else I’ve learned. Life is never dark. Situations may grow dim, may burden the human experience, but life…life is always a constant brightness.)
This year I want to focus on expressing that particular joy in life, the beauty in it. I don’t wish to pen words of misery, I don’t wish to knit bits that are dour. No, I want these hands to truly push new skills that express the richness of this frail experience we have while alive, with all the bold delicacy I can create.
I don’t want to push political arguments, I don’t want to revel in writing my sorrows. I want to let these hands sing, dance, and capture whatever joy they can, then share that with anyone willing to look or listen.
I don’t want to spend this year caring about how many followers I have, I want to concentrate on how many flowers I’ve grown. You can sort of see it. But, I dug a trench along the fence, hollowing out a good trough, then planted wildflower seeds. They’re already starting to pop and sprout! And look! There’s Phillip moving some plants around.
And that’s how we’re spending this new year: doing whatever we can to embolden, to share, to express life.
My life has been so much better since I’ve come to Honeychurch. So much so, that I really cannot imagine my life not being here. In many ways, this house brought the life out of me, because she saw how much I wanted to be here. So, I want signs of life everywhere in exchange. I’ve planted flowers, and want to embroider even more flowers to hang on the walls.
Now, I don’t know where my desire to embroider flowers came from, but I choose to never question inspiration. I like pretty things. Sometimes it’s a simple blue Gitanes ashtray, sometimes it’s embroidered flowers. While hunting the web, I came across this treasure. Isn’t that beautiful? Oh, just spend a moment looking at that….so pretty. This is a free pattern from Vingert. I fell in love the minute I saw it, and I simply HAVE to try this because Honeychurch deserves something that special. So yes, I guess I’m learning to embroider flowers so that I can shower Honeychurch with life. (I really do love this little house).
My birthday is on Monday. As a gift to myself I spent a few dollars and grabbed a few things to begin my first project. And that’s how I’m going to usher in the New Year and spend my 48 runs around the sun: celebrating with a new skill, a new hoop, some new thread….and some new optimism. Basically, celebrating life. Cheers! And Happy New Year!
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