I stayed up so late last night reading that I missed the Pancake Breakfast this morning. (not to mention Church!)
Omega's 2011 catalogue arrived and I was awash in possibilities. How does one decide between 'Unleash Your Calling' and 'The Power of Purpose'? I cannot forget to mention 'Painting the Light Within' vs 'Mindfulness Tools for Living the Full Catastrophe'! Who couldn't benefit from 'Liberating the Mind from Unhappiness' or 'From Global Brain to Global Heart'? I want to take every workshop under the Spiritual Practice category - skip on over to Intuitive Development, and end the semester with at least five of the Creativity selections! This would require buckets of discretionary cash and endless hours to spare. Moving right along -
I have socks on the brain. You'll remember that my newest Blue Moon cotton arrived last week, so I skeined and began the journey into sock patterns . . .
So many designs - so little time. I sit with my co-workers, always a bit of knitting in my hands. They poke fun at me when I ask the question - where did socks come from pre-Industrial Revolution? They gape at me - I must have two heads. We are so disconnected from our roots. My co-workers can give you the background of each contestant who dances with the stars, can bring you up to date on the musical preferences of any American Idol and what in the hell would you like to know about Housewives? Pop culture - all for the taking - all of those hours spent in front of a rectangular box and no small wonder that this culture is being separated from the miraculous.
In the 1700's you wore stockings that your mother MADE - knitted right there in front of the fire so that your legs would be warm while you were doing your chores. They were thick and scratchy and they got the job done.
On Sunday morning thoughts of faith return. We are getting close to the High Holy Days when miracles abound. I am not suggesting that knitting a pair of socks will bring you closer to the Divine.
But you never know.