I listen to the wind
to the wind of my soul
where I'll end up,
well I think only God really knows
I know it's still only autumn, but I daresay winter has fallen upon Western Washington. With it, cold weather activities. Like napping, drinking hot tea, and knitting.
My trusty rain boots are back in the entryway, ready for daily use.
I take far too many pictures of my dog.
Some light reading, anyone? ;]
My completed knitting project: the GAP-tastic Cowl, serving its purpose on a particularly wet [and disgusting, if you can't read my facial expression here] walk by the marina.
I was lucky to be able to host a Blessingway for my dear friend, E. We sat on big pillows on the floor, each of us connected to the other via a strand of yarn, which each woman wrapped around her wrist as she spoke aloud her name, and remembered the women who came before her. My introduction went like this,
I am Ayla,
daughter of Cathleen,
daughter of Bonnie,
daughter of Rachael.
And so it went.
We each brought a bead (or several), along with a prayer, reading, or blessing to speak to E. The beads we will string together as a necklace for her to wear-- a physical reminder of the women who are supporting her in this journey of motherhood.
Is it really Thanksgiving next week? My, how the days have flown.