I’ve had this book for several years. On many more occasions that I care to count, I’ve opened it randomly and found a page/meditation that spoke to me.
Today, for instance. #220. Threshold.
Why mourn for a cocoon
After the butterfly has flown?
Without even reading the thoughts that accompany this in the book, I know it must be about death. (Most likely it’s the word mourn that does it.)
Why mourn for a cocoon after the butterfly has flown…why mourn for the person, when the soul is finally free…in a nutshell, that’s how I interpret it. Death isn’t the ending. It’s a metamorphosis.
Maybe these are the thoughts that keep a hospice nurse going back to work, day after day.
Anyway, works for me. I like that little book.
So. Today is payday. There’s a little overtime in the bank now, and I’ve been quite frugal. On the way home from the hospital, I made a stop at The Yarne Source in Henrietta, because I read on their web page that they had…well…
Can you see it?
It might have something to do with this…
I’ll show you tomorrow. Bet you already guessed anyway!
But speaking of Noro, here is the project that I stuff into my bag and work on during random moments of freedom…like the last few minutes of a rare lunch break, when the food is gone but I can’t bear to go back to work yet…waiting at the lab for a blood draw…you get the idea. This is my second Brooklyn Tweed scarf. The first one got frogged due to painfully awkward color changes. Hunter orange and forest green coupled with Carrie Bradshaw pink and NYC black just didn’t work. I called it the gender bender project. Deer hunters and fashionistas alike could have used that scarf. Or their respective pieces of it. So anyway, I started over and am ending up with this, which I’m much happier with. I love how Silk Garden, under the right circumstances, sort of glows.
I have this half baked scheme in my head that I will (finally) accomplish this weekend everything that I have planned for the last 3.
Though, listen. There’s hope. I read somewhere that if you take a kitchen timer and set it for 15 minutes, then go and scrub the bathtub and swirl out the toilet bowl for those few minutes, soon the timer will go off and then you set it again and get equal time to do something fun, like knit. And back and forth you go, until A) the house is clean, and B) you’ve whacked off a few more rows.
Sure. I’ll let you know how it goes.
