I am fascinated by the different qualities of light, and I always have been.
June morning light, like today. Golden, fresh, touching everything. Morning light is full of promise.
Summer evening light that caresses the hilltops and can lead to reflection or sadness.
Winter light, pale and soft.
Right now I love the muchness of the June light that spills over everything in the cool morning. The brightness of the sun rising in the east, low in the sky. The shadows thrown by every pebble and blade of grass. The quiet tourist town, nearly deserted, the shops closed. A pickup truck comes into town from the northeast. Maybe a local, someone who has a business to open later for the tourists who pack the sidewalks.
The dog and I amble, he to smell and me to look. Birds sing above me and always the rushing sound of the river. We walk slowly over the suspension bridge, stopping in the middle to look at the water rushing by underneath.
Lord God, teach me how to see. Teach me how to look at Your creation.
I finished knitting Tim’s second Boyfriend Watch Cap today, in Dream in Color’s Classy with Cashmere. It’s really soft.
The question now: what’s next? January is traditionally knit for yourself month in the knitting world, and I have any number of projects I could take up. I need a hat, for instance. I need to swatch for the Go-To Cardigan, which is the next sweater I’ll knit. I wouldn’t mind another pair of mitts. But I’m also considering what already started project has been marinating in my stash the longest.
One thing, of course, is the log cabin crochet blanket I started for Alex when he was in the 6th grade. (Or maybe 5th.) I started this before I started knitting. I don’t crochet anymore, and my current plan is to finish the blanket in knit log cabin, assuming I can figure out the right gauge.
But I have some others. A Philosopher’s Wool Color-Your -Own cardigan kit, for instance. Or my first lace scarf, a simple enough pattern but the yarn is Rowan Kidsilk Haze and it nearly drove me crazy, which is why it’s been sitting in my stash for ten (seriously) years. On the other hand, I am a more experienced knitter than I was then. And I have much better needles to choose from.
And there are others besides these.
My knitting goal for 2016 is to finish 12 pairs of socks–one per month–in addition to other projects. To do that, I’ll have to knit on the bus. But I also want to clear out my stash this year. I want to knit from stash as much as possible this year. So that’s another goal.
So, what? What should I start (or restart) next?
Today is the 7th day within the Octave of Christmas. An octave is kind of a cool thing–basically it’s an 8-day celebration, and what it means is–it’s still Christmas! See Celebrating the Octave of Christmas for more details.
Today is also an optional memorial for Saint Sylvester I. No, not *that* Sylvester; with all that stalking of Tweety Bird, do you really think he’d be a saint already? He’s working on it, like the rest of us. See Pope Sylvester I (Wikipedia) for details.
1 John 2:18-21, Psalm 96, John 1:1-18
Children, it is the last hour; and just as you heard that the antichrist was coming, so now many antichrists have appeared….They went out from us, but they were not really of our number; if they had been, the would have remained with us.
I find this quote telling in light of our recent encounter with protesters outside our parish.
Don’t miss today’s gospel, the prologue to the gospel of John, either. It’s one of my favorite readings.
And the Word became flesh
and made his dwelling among us,
and we saw his glory,
the glory as of the Father’s only-begotten Son,
full of grace and truth.
Dad’s hat is blocking. I’ll wind the yarn for Tim’s second hat today and get it started. It won’t take long. I’ll also start swatching for my next sweater, the Churchmouse Go-To Cardigan. Not thinking further ahead than that.
1 John 2:12-17, Psalm 96, Luke 2:36-40
Do not love the world or the things of the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, sensual lust, enticement for the eyes, and a pretentious life, is not from the Father but is from the world. Yet the world and its enticement are passing away. But whoever does the will of God remains forever.