Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Fall and Winter it is now on the end of my bed.
Very heavy and if extra warmth is needed it comes in handy
I always have the same thoughts in my mind ......
the needles used to crochet this afghan must have been huge
and I always wonder who made something
Many years ago an elderly lady taught me how to crochet. Afghan's were made for the children, grandchildren
and a few special people. Anna Lee is no longer living and what wonderful memories I have of her. I never left her home without a piece of a plant or something she had cooked.
She did not drive and was always home. Cooking, gardening and all kinds of beautiful handwork occupied her time. She taught me a very simple pattern and I have always wished I had someone
close by to instruct me once again. I think I have forgotten how to sit and crochet.
There is nothing more peaceful then on a very cold or rainy day to sit by the fire and crochet. Absorbed in the counting process, not another thought would enter my mind. Not realizing at that time in my life that I was practicing a form of mindfulness.
Mindfulness now is practiced with an awareness of what I am doing.