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I am most myself when I am centered in a creative space. I see and feel the world differently. I am more open, more grateful, more passionate. I remain more aware of the wonder that surrounds me. Reading transports me both far away and deep within. Crochet is my meditation. It soothes the rough edges of my busy days. Please join me as I share the pages I have been turning and the yarn I have been hooking this week.


i am so excited to reconnect with the wonderful community of knitters and crocheters ginny gathers together with her yarn along each week. hello, again!


orange & poetry

It is the season of wrapping up, of keeping warm, of hot tea and of fireplaces. It is the season of quiet evenings and of warm ovens. It is the season of darkness and of introspection. It is during this most solemn of seasons that I crave the stillness and beauty of poetry.

e.e. cummings is a wonderful mystery. A mystery I am in no rush to solve. I feel some days as though I see clearly the meaning in his carefully chosen words. Other days, I am simply left with a feeling — a quiet sense — of his intention after slowly lingering over each and every ; ( or ): . I find our old musty smelling and scribbled-in copy of his book 73 poems in my hands again and again. I always discover something new.

With his words swirling about my head and a thick, luscious orange wool on my hook I spent a few precious hours creating this lovely cowl. I decided it was to be a special luxury just for me and I love it. It already smells of patchouli and sandalwood and vanilla — just like me.

cynthia's cowlI also finished this gift for a friend. It was made of a gorgeously silky baby alpaca with thin sparkling silver threads woven throughout. I was inspired by this pattern.

willow and woolI started this cowl a few weeks ago and finally found the time to finish the last few rows. My sweet daughter Willow has decided it should be hers and I quite agree. The pattern is one of my own creation. It was such a thrilling experience to finally be able to envision this piece in my mind’s eye and then translate that image to my finger tips. I’m learning ever so slowly.


My mind quiets and my well fills when I am engaged with a good book or when my hands are busy creating something beautiful. If you feel moved to share what you have been reading or creating, please leave a link in the comments below so we may revel in each other’s creative pursuits.