I can’t really see where I am going.
I have just enough of the road in front of me–and through my side mirror–to know I’m probably still on the road.
If I drive slowly and keep my headlamps lowered, I’ll still get where I was going.
Sometimes crafting–knitting, crocheting, sewing–is like driving through fog.
I much rather move through the fear rather than around it.
It help me forget the upcoming cold, windy, wet, dark winter that seems to go on forever.
There’s rarely a benefit to charging into a situation trying to control the outcome.
There’s a time and place, but, there aren’t many places and rarely a time.
At the root of most of my disasters was a deep fear, masquerading as something else.
Fear rarely names itself. Instead, it points fingers. It slings spin. It runs for the hills. What am I afraid of? Losing my pride? I am a culture that hide my fear. When I hide, I don’t connect. I shoot myself in the foot ‘cuz what I want most is security. Security comes through connection. The long way around will never change my character.
So today, I choose to be strong. I will face my fear…instead of faking my way through it. I won’t run. I just show up.
I will stand here with both hands in my pockets and live in the fear.
I will move through my fear instead of around it. I will find grace to help with my every lonely need.
In a brief fit of inspiration one summer day–a good way to recharge the batteries–I whipped up these baskets in no time
…only took a couple hours to crochet up–to hold balls of yarn for knitting two socks at a time or a fair-isle project.
It turned itself into kinda an art piece…and looks nice. Don’t you think?
Would you squeal like a pig to find it under the Christmas tree this holiday season?
Happy crafting and keep those creative juices running!
(still doesn’t do texting, MySpace, Twitter, StumbleUpon, DiggIt…but caved into Facebook!)