It was another beautiful day in the neighborhood; Nolemana and I walked outside again. I heard Hummingbirds, Nuthatches, Mourning Doves, Robins, and Dark-Eyed Juncos. Like others I’ve talked to, staying home like this I lose track of days. I don’t have a schedule anymore as far as going places goes. I used to go to the gym on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, and Sundays. And knit group on Saturdays. And The Gathering on Wednesdays. I feel a bit unanchored that way…yet ke Akua keeps me anchored in his love.
Miss B’s life is peaceful and quiet. There are new shoots of grass coming up for her to munch on.
My Daphne is unreal; I could sit outside in front of it forever; its fragrance is off the chart. We rescued this bush from our former rental house; friends dug it up for me and brought it over. I wasn’t sure it’d survive, but it did, and is glorious.
I got a bit of spinning done today as well. It’s meditative and calming, and a welcome respite from all the news (which I’m trying not to get overloaded on). This colorway is called Pink Granite from Raven Ridge Fiber Arts, and it’s 100% Cormo, which I’ve never spun before.
I started a group on Ravelry for those of us who meet on Saturdays to knit together. That way we can keep in contact and not feel so isolated from one another.
One day at a time. I’m trying hard not to “future trip”, to quote Wm Paul Young, author of The Shack. Future tripping, he says, is the fear of everything that could happen, taking today’s grace and spending it on other things. Makes total sense to me. I have been notorious for doing just that, but am doing better these days not to.
Stay safe and healthy, my friends. And thanks for following along with me.