It’s hard to believe, but this is my eleven hundredth blog post. Amazing.
The draw and the pasture are white with fog, the East Coast is in the grip of a blizzard, and the Saints won the SuperBowl. That’s the news from Linda’s kitchen table.
I am SO into writing “Austin”. I mean, I am inside this story, almost one of the characters. It’s fun, it’s difficult, it’s exhilerating, it’s exhausting. It’s a challenge, it’s a joy. I’ll be glad when I finish, and sad, too.
I’ve joined a couple of ATC swapping groups, and on breaks I work on cards. This is so much fun. I haven’t really had time for any larger art projects lately, though I’ve begun either knitting or crocheting in the evenings while I listen to my favorite podcasts: Cast On, Craftcast, Craft Sanity, and the BBC’s wonderful “History of the World in 100 Objects.” I’m like, the world’s worst knitter, and I’m not much better at crochet. But there is a peace that is almost like meditation in doing needlework; it calms me and helps me forget any worries I may be entertaining.
And we do “entertain” worries, don’t we? By going over and over them in our minds? “Come on in,” we seem to say. “Sit right down and tell me all the reasons I ought to be worried.”
I’m not going there, and I hope you won’t, either.
There is simply too much to be grateful for.
Make a list. You’ll feel better.