It turns out that the blog post I wrote in my head didn’t actually make it out into the world. I turned it over and over, running the possible articulation of what I wanted to say through my mind, and then failed to tap it out onto my keyboard, and click on the ‘Publish’ button. Which is actually kind of fascinating for me, considering what I was thinking of writing about… and then never did. You see, I was going to write about how I’m finding it difficult to choose what to share and what not to? When I needed to play the cards of my creative self-expression closer to…

A couple of weeks ago, I embarked upon a “mystery knitalong” – something which, I must confess, I hadn’t heard of until last year, and have never participated in before now. So, if the concept is new to you, a mystery knitalong is a pattern which is released in stages and which you knit in community, sharing your progress as you go along. The one I’m participating in currently is Helen Stewart’s Snowmelt Shawl. And, oh my goodness, I am so enjoying myself! I have never knitted a garment before that I didn’t have some semblance of an idea of how it would look when finished. But, that said, I…

I have spent much of today writing. And I have loved it. The words flowed, the metaphors unfurled – naturally and without force – and the pace, the rhythm, the timing was quick and easy. Just how I like it. Writing days like these don’t seem to come all that often, but when they do, they are a blessing. They remind me of why it is that I love what I do. May there be many more days such as these… For if they are, a lot more of my words might fly out into the world!

The flowers that were waiting for me on my return from France are dying now. And yet, they seem even more beautiful to me now than they did before.