One of my uncles made me this hat.
I'm not sure exactly how old I was, it's one of those things that I just have always had. That I hold on to as one of my childhood treasures.
Today I hold it and think of family.
I don't usually buy flowers, or even more so, buy flowers out of season. But yesterday while I was walking by, a local florist was putting buckets of flowers out.
Sometimes we just have to go with our impulses...
The pink hat is finished.
Without ears so that I will continue to wear it. Pink is a troublesome color for me as it is. Because I work with young children, I constantly see little girls wearing pink.
Something that I am thinking about...where does strength come from?
From yesterday's journal:
7:50ish, I took my coffee outside this morning. Oh I need to do this more often. Watched the swoop of a flicker, the crows flying south, leaving wherever they slept for the night, on their daily mission; 3 black squirrels tumbling about in one of the neighbor's trees, the odd seagull, and finally, 6 swans or snow geese. I know they weren't Canada geese as their necks were too long. The song birds were warming up, the hummingbird adding it's 2 cents. I thought the freeway noise sounded a bit like a river. A few airplanes. The sky started to streak pink, but mostly clouds. A few neighbors starting to get ready for the day. Frost on their windshields, frost on the roofs.
They were swans, I looked it up. Snow geese have shorter necks too. Both winter in this area.
Later on in the day a package arrived. I knew instantly that I needed to make a butterfly.
I have more ideas and thoughts about hearts as butterflies, hearts broke open.
I think of a poem (one that keeps surfacing in my imagination since hearing it), by Naomi Shihab Nye (found here),
"What countries may we
What lines should we all
What songs travel toward us
from far away
to deepen our days?”