Me, alone. Life after loss.
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. ~ John Vance Cheney
Not one of those stoic Swedes, Viking blood and all, I have cried so much this past year. I may remember something we did together, or something happens, news, politics and I want to turn to him and talk about it. It's getting better now, the crying, but sometimes I still get overwhelmed by sadness and I cry.
Then the dogs come running, Faith giving doggie kisses, Samson looking worried. And the moment is over and I feel good again. It has helped me so much, crying......
Got this gorgeous bag for Christmas from my friend Rosemary. I use it for crochet as a reminder that, some day, an afghan project will stay in there until done. As you can see, this may take a while, I'm learning now. I joined some very nice women here in the canyon who meet most Friday afternoons to crochet and/or knit. It has been very good for me. It's so peaceful, so meditative, so lovely. I can't explain it.
One day, my friend Jane sent the article below, which talks about the benefits of knitting. To sit with a group of women, in peace and harmony, making things with our hands, is special. It just is......