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post script

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i would

like to maintain

that i am not the one

who actually put scissors

into the mailer.

this is very

possible, as

3 pair of willing

hands could easily

have done the deed

(and been happy to do so).

but, i usually do things involving

sharp objects and important things

after all those curious fingers

are done for the day.

not sure which would be worse:

that i fumbled them in there myself,

or being a mama who would have left scissors of that magnitude within reach.

given the choices, i’m gonna shoulder the blame myself this time,

but the kids sure were giggly when i questioned them.

‘possible’ taken from 12:18 in romans.

double take

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this is

my 6 yr old’s take

on my latest design.

he tells me

the person he drew

is singing (as in caroling),

not screaming as it appears.

i think perhaps is is me

wearing the look of shock

that covered my face

when i found that

spud and chloe had

renamed this scarf after me.

such a total surprise!

their pretty model

looks much happier

to be wearing the real thing.

happy and warm

for it is cold out there,

but really,

nobody said

grabbing a new year

by the horns

was for the faint of heart.

so look out 2012,

we’re here!

‘warm’ taken from 44:16 in isaiah.

belated thanks

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so many changes since this time last year.

stretching and growing, adjusting and readjusting.

but i have gained so much and i am thankful.

more than anything else, i am thankful for perspective.

and for the ability to be content no matter the circumstances.

although that second one is still a daily work-in-progress…

watercolor by elsadara (age 4).

‘changes’  taken from 8:1 in ecclesiastes.

 

emotion in motion

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my kids all learned sign language as babies.

just the basics.

enough.

our brains can comprehend speech at 6 to 8 months,

but our vocal chords aren’t yet developed enough to make the sounds.

a baby boy can sign, can say, ‘all done’ instead of screaming like a banshee.

a baby girl prone to shrieking can sign ‘tired’ or ‘hungry’ or ‘dirty(diaper)’.

this takes some of the frustrating guesswork out of parenting for me.

and to see my kids speak like that is very, very moving.

but i think i’d nearly forgotten what it is about the language

that made me fall in love with it in the first place.

  my friend m. sent me this link and reminded me.

there is such rugged beauty, gracefulness,

 and intense depths of emotion here.  they floor me everytime.

and by the way, ‘he had me at hello’.

‘graceful’ taken from 41:12 in job.

little man, big hat.

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“let’s see, if i hold it like this…”


“…there, i told you it would fit.”

“well,  really it’s only a little bit too big…”

“…but i love it!”

‘sidewinder hat’ by amy klimt (aka: spinalcat)

yarn is also amy’s from out of step dyeworks.

the color is “tal’s special” which amy custom dyed for me.  so cool.

‘model’ is my youngest who never met ‘yaaaahn’ or a handknit that he didn’t like.

‘hold’ taken from 8:14-15 of job.

for what it’s worth

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improbable

as it may seem,

a size 11 double pointed needle

when fumbled

clumsily onto my front porch

(while waiting with my daughter for

my son’s bus to bring him home to us)

will fall silently and in seemingly slow motion,

teeter on the edge of the wide space

between the nicely weathered boards,

then just when you’re sure that all is well,

(and it is too late to act anyway

even if you move dangerously quickly)

drop into the dark unknown –

the far reaches –

a territory that we call,

with a slight shudder, ‘down there’.

now,

this may delay

progress being made

on this snuggly toy owl’s ears,

but it will not

– and i repeat ‘not’ –

stop things completely.

i am making it work on just 4 dpn’s

because 3 of my kids

(and even the baby asked with his big brown eyes)

already requested exactly which yarns they would like to have theirs knit up in.

(note to self: letting the kids play in my stash might be best avoided in the future…)

‘worth’ taken from 23:15 in genesis.

oh to be tiny

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carol,

knowing that my girl is an 11 yr old  trumpeter,

sent her this stitch marker.

sj was so moved by the gift that she composed a song:

(you’ll have to imagine the bouncy little tune):

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i have a little trumpet, one that i cannot play.

it’s kind of itty bitty, but i do not complain

i cannot play a duet. it cannot play a note,

but i can knit a pink and purple polka dotted tote.

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i have a little trumpet. it is too small to play,

but when it come to knitting, my trumpet saves the day.

i use it for my stitches. i use it for my rows.

so, i can knit a fuzzy sock to cover up my toes.

*

i have a little trumpet, one i would like to play.

when i use it for knitting, i shout hip hip hooray.

even if i cannot play: a note, a cheer, a song…

i can knit a sweater where the sleeves are way too long.

‘trumpet’ taken from 10:2 in numbers.

poem by sj, inspired by the little trumpet stitch marker.