Category: Appreciation

Random Hugs When You Need Them

Sometimes, when I feel lonesome, not just alone, but actually lonesome, something special happens. This week:

The mailman stops for a minute to chat and hugs me.

The neighbor across the street stops and chats for a minute and reaches out, and hugs me.

A woman in the pool during class says, “I love you,” and hugs me.

A man in the herb store walks up ever so slowly and hugs me and tells me, “You love me, you thank me.”

I say, yes, to each of them. “I love you, thank you.”

I needed that. Real hugs. Not a side hug. Full on body hugs.  How did they know?

Ode to the Fat Squirrel  (Amy Beth)

As I watched you…

I could almost feel the warm midwest winter sunshine on your hair.

Your hair is the colors of burnished bronze, copper, and gold. Some strands are thick and lustrous as if made of spun silver.

Unruly, some with a mind of their own are spiraling away from the rest, up into the air with a strong sense of whimsy in defiance of gravity.

Flecks of dust are flying around your head in a ray of sun, animated by the air, stirred by the swish of wool and cotton.

Beautiful visuals punctuated by laughter.

I loved it all on this cold, wet, dark day in Portland on the west coast.

Wordsmith: Enora Hall

I watch a lot of knitting podcasts because I’m a knitter. I love some, and some I don’t love. The Fat Squittel falls into the former…  in my list of top five, she’s hard to beat.

She’s intelligent, well-read, informed, and always filled with abundant humor. There’s beauty that isn’t unfounded in other podcasts, but there’s something rare in the presentation… in the filming, in her talent as a textile artist.

Once, I thought I was writing to her to tell her of my appreciation, but sent it unknowingly to some random poster writing about Mary Todd Lincoln. Thankfully,  someone commented on my comment, and the lost poem was found. Here you have it.