I'm struggling to sit still with the chatter in my head these days. One night this week I stayed up late to watch a Netflix disk and something about the cooler weather reminded me of my yarnin.' (my husband's word for crochet) I hauled it out from the cupboard... ahhhhh.
I recalled the earliest months of my pregnancy. I was so angry and sad; convinced that my life was over because of a child I had planned to never have. But he was on his way. I had to prepare myself and our life for him.
In those days, I adopted a practice of yarnin' every morning for about fifteen minutes. It calmed my nerves. The chatter in my mind just rushed by. After weeks of this practice, the chatter hushed. I stilled. I could sit still. The boy was born to a half-yarned baby blanket that got completed draped around him while he nursed.
There's new chatter rushing through me now. New fears and regrets (rage?) that draw me away from the practice of Nothing and into the decadence of distraction. Last night I sat with my yarnin' for fifteen minutes of Nothing. The yarn slipped and tugged along. The chatter rushed past in a downpour. ahhhhh.
I'm not ready for questions and answers right now. I'm still preparing a place for that. And I'm grateful to be doing this in the cool dark months that are best for the weight and warmth of (lots & lots of) yarn.
Truth is the second ingredient in:
The Joy Diet is the book we're currently reading in The Next Chapter, a book blogging group hosted by Jamie Ridler Studios.
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