Sunday, November 30, 2008

The oposite of war isn't peace, it's creation

If you wake up at three in the morning after one or two hours of fitful sleep and you've had a fantastically sucktastic previous night (technically, a fantastically sucktastic several hours ago since you are up so early) and you are hurt and sad and feel like whacking someone on the shoulder even though you know violence is not the answer but that's what you feel because crying really isn't cutting it so if they would just understand and stand still for a few minutes so you can dry your eyes and get a good shot in but really you just wish you could rewind the evening because the happiness is only a few hours in the past which is totally not far away...


...then it's a day in the past...

Second sock of the Raking Leaves pair

two days in the past....three days....more days....


...and suddenly you are feeling more human and have warm feet.

If you keep knitting, beautiful things can take root and bloom from within the depths of the fantastically sucktastic.

1 comment:

Cory Ellen said...

I'm sorry to hear things have been craptastic. Hope you feel better.

Also, very nice socks.