Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift. ~ Mary Oliver
I loved Romi Hill’s Moon Shadows shawl so much I made both the Regular and Tall versions of the pattern over the past year. The brilliance of the pattern is the narrative I interpret of full moonbeams reaching down through a canopy of leaves, filtering shadows into the darker layer of leaves.
For cost effective yardage, I use Cascade Heritage (75% superwash Merino, 25% nylon) for a lot of lacework. But someday in the mythical land of cash flow, I’d like to experiment with more variegated and subtle dyed yarns for this kind of pattern.
Yesterday I was too emotional to maintain my post-a-day December challenge. It’s been me and my daughter for 17 years, and she turned 18 yesterday. Such a journey we/she’s had and plenty of new becomings on the horizon for this person who’s been my best teacher. Many days I’m in awe of her. As any parent, I wish for her protection from the same universal sources that have protected me this far in life.
I wish for young people who have inherited the Earth during these roiling times this word: Pause. Some learning to listen to and contribute their inner guidance of how best to honor Earth and a bit less blowing in the distracting winds. But maybe I’m projecting my own path’s lesson that took me until my 50s to learn. I can’t imagine being under 20 in a time when countless scientists are saying humanity has 12 years to act fast to prevent complete climate catastrophe. That’s a lot of pressure. Maybe I wish for them courage to live their lives honoring themselves and others and contributing whatever they can to this fabric of the mother ship we are all on.