Rewound a ball of yarn done too tight at the store: Knit a few rows on a shawl
Made breakfast: Toast, sausage, apple butter and apple cinnamon oatmeal from scratch
Laundry: That mountain has been conquered
Canned apple butter: 4 pounds of apples makes 4 cups
Baked bread: Why not?
Made tomato sauce: From scratch for supper tonight
Cleaned up after myself: No one else is going to
Knit some more: That shawl isn't going to knit itself
All that and it's not even noon.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Does there have to be a title?
Wouldn't it be nice to make a fresh start? From the ground up? To let go of everything and discover a new way to live?
I can feel a longing for that in my life. A desire too let go of old habits, old ways of doing things, old ways of thinking and feeling and reacting and to discover who I am now, after all this time without any of that stuff dragging at me.
This life hangs on to me though, tentacular hooks of love, relationship, responsibility that would shred my scarred soul if ripped away.
I think I know a little of why the caged bird sings.
I can feel a longing for that in my life. A desire too let go of old habits, old ways of doing things, old ways of thinking and feeling and reacting and to discover who I am now, after all this time without any of that stuff dragging at me.
This life hangs on to me though, tentacular hooks of love, relationship, responsibility that would shred my scarred soul if ripped away.
I think I know a little of why the caged bird sings.
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