Monday, August 15, 2011

The Help

This afternoon with three women from our book group I saw The Help. Having read the book last year I knew the timeline of the story. I was apprehensive about seeing the movie because I enjoyed the book so much. Happily, the movie did not disappoint. The characters are believable, the story is real and the passion is evident. As I watched Skeeter, the main character, I saw someone who began the movie as an idealistic young adult fresh out of college to a young woman with a conscious. I admire Skeeter because she had courage to make a difference even in the face of adversity. May I be willing to take such a stand with the issues that plague us today.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Forest Canopy Shawl

Forest Canopy Shawl by 110901cats
Forest Canopy Shawl, a photo by 110901cats on Flickr.
8/14/2011 - Cast on last night and have completed the set-up and four repeats of the pattern. It’s an easy pattern to remember. The yarn is working well also - soft but not slippery. I’m making this for our prayer shawl ministry. After years of knitting quick shawls with Homespun or Simply Soft, I decided I wanted to knit a lace shawl for the ministry. Sometimes I want mindless knitting but this time I feel like intentionally knitting a shawl.

The Passing of Time

Thirty years ago today a friend was killed in an automobile accident. The reminder came from another friend on Facebook. Within seconds, the memories came flooding in. Classmates remembered him, schoolmates remembered where they were when they heard. I was having my Senior Class photo taken. His was a life full of promise and hope. In a second he was gone. It seems like yesterday and yet it was a lifetime ago.

We never really know the lives we touch, do we? The hearts we break, the hope we give, the sorrows we comfort and the joy we share. I'm glad his life touched mine. I'm glad schoolmates remembered a life today. 

Saturday, August 13, 2011

The Longest Summer

Sipping coffee and perusing blogs I decided to check out my own blog. I want to be a blogger but find that I write sporadically about sporadic topics. I began this blog back in 2006 as a way to record my knitting projects. Back then I had a shop on Etsy and did a few festivals, shows, farmer's markets. Then along came Raverly (follow me, I'm AchillyCat) and I found myself recording my knitting there. Periodically, I would post something about travels, our gardens or cats. I think at that point I gave myself permission to allow the blog to be what it wanted to be. One day I might post something about scrapbooking and then the next a reflection on scripture, the next my feeble attempts with quilting. It's at times like this I feel this place is more of a journal for myself to reflect on my growth - as an artist, wife, minister, a seeker, a lover of nature and animals - as someone growing into her own skin. And so, I hope to write more and allow the words be what they will.

And so, I now reflect on the summer. It is eerie to me that my last post was on Friday, June 3. I had planned a weekend of scrapping, especially finishing a scrapbook started in the fall for my father. The next day, all that changed. My father had a heart attack and stroke. By 11 a.m. I was on my way to meet the family in Roanoke where we stayed by his bedside for 10 days. He is recovering slowly. Adjusting to a pacemaker and a very damaged heart. Adjusting to changes in cognitive abilities. Adjusting to a family that is holding him closer than ever. And I, I am loving him deeper than I have ever loved him. Slowly walking this journey with him and my Mom. Admiring my parent's love for one another.  Not holding my breath in fear of loosing him.

My summer of cleaning house, finishing and starting many projects, worrying about where I am or am not in the process toward being an ordained deacon in the United Methodist Church was put into perspective on June 3. I have wanted for years to live into something said to me long ago, "put people work before paper work." Indeed, "people work" - relationships are all that matter. From a sense of peace in relationships I have grown stronger. From a sense of grief I began knitting after the death of my brother in 2005. From there I began to grow as an artist. A lover of all things fiber, needles and thread.

The summer has been long. It has been emotional. It has been deep. It has been rich in the things that matter.