The Last Knit

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Tonight I walked the dog at 6PM and the sun hadn't yet set! I felt joyous to be walking in the last minutes of daylight. The days are getting longer and I'm extraordinarily grateful. Bring on the Vernal Equinox!

On March 20th dance with pagan joy to welcome Spring. (There is some disagreement about the exact date of the equinox - I like this explanation the best, especially the chart.)

(The moon, almost full, made an appearance on our walk. Gorgeous.)

Finally getting to the love part of the blog

Every time I pick up my knitting needles I give thanks to my Grandmother for teaching me to knit. In those few seconds I feel closer to her than I have in well over a decade. She suffered from Alzheimer's disease for so long that I cannot remember the last time she called me by my name. The gulf between us grew wider just as I was coming into adulthood. and looking for answers that she was no longer capable of giving. How could such a fiercely independent woman find solace in the Church that I viewed as misogynist? She died without ever giving me the answer. But the gifts she left me are cherished - my smile, my own fierce independence, and the joy I find in picking up a pair of needles.

I cannot imagine a better inheritance.

Blessed be.