While in Italy once I had a phenomenal experience with the number 8 - and life was greatly changed after that. I have an 18 kt gold, commissioned in Florence, number 8 charm to help reclaim that poignant moment for me. The above shot is all about memories for me - good memories.
Walking with friends, who hold my paper cup full of ice to sooth my "slammed in the door" digit. Somehow I manage with the rest of my fingers to take random photos that draw me every few yards I walk. My friends wait with patience and understanding. My antics never seem too unreasonable or strange to them. God, I love them.
Biggest score of the weekend - two huge tubs full of neglected yarn and semifinished projects. I need more yarn like another hole in the head - but home it goes. Packaged up candidates to donate to the local senior center, the rest separated by tone and color. What to do to make less than pretty yarn shout love me?
I am on a knitting graffiti roll this month - I will be arting out everyday - and this found treasure will be the source of my creative craftivism. Thanks for the gifted materials, Universe.
The Universe provides - even when we feel somehow adrift. Small answers to larger, still pending questions. But I will play with my new toys, smile and dedicate time to the cause. Ever hopeful that a bigger picture is unfolding, but in sure knowledge that today - I have a mission, however small.