I have a strange way of grieving. Lately, I am always on the verge of tears. Today, my eyes welled up with tears at least three times and I can’t even remember why. But I don’t usually slow down or withdraw. I cry frequently and then feverishly keep my hands and my head occupied. (officially called being ‘in a tizzy’). It’s the only way I know to give my heart a break. So, in this grieving season of little birdies leaving my nest, I’m reading and knitting. Almost ravenously. Since we arrived in MN, I’ve knit and read nearly continuously. Except for the multitudinous breaks for eating. I guess I should add ‘eating’ to my list of grieving activities but it seems much less industrious than knitting and reading.
Like this beanie I made for Taylor this week, I couldn’t get Psalm 139 out of my head.
You have searched me and known meYou search out my path and my lying downYou are aquainted with all my waysYou hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me‘You knit me together in my mother’s womb’Where shall I go from your spirit?Or where shall I flee from your presence?
I guess I should be thankful that I’ll still have this one home to make me laugh. I’ve been trying to think up a good rap name for him. Maybe S. Macdaddy Wads or better yet, all one word, Smacdaddy Wads. And just that quick I go from tears to belly laughs. Welcome to my emotional roller coaster.
~~BTW, I did NOT ask him to pose. This is his natural gangsta face. Be very afraid.