It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honours that we are fighting, but for freedom -- for that alone, which no honest man gives up but with life itself.
It was foretold anyway, when I was knitting for all of the other babies earlier in the year...
My sister made me an uncle again with a 8lb, 19 inch boy.
I, said the sheep with curly horn,
I gave him my wool for a blanket warm.
He wore my coat on Christmas morn.
I, said the sheep with curly horn.
- from "The Friendly Beasts" a French carol.
I shed enough tears and finally dried my eyes and added my voice to the mix.
* My brother's wife just gave birth.
* My second cousin just gave birth.
* My friend from grade school will be giving birth in a few months.
It's been a year.
...and I still miss Jason.
We've got a ways to go, but, we've come a LONG way since.
For today: let's remember Stonewall.
Happy Pride, folks!
To celebrate the centennial of Elizabeth Zimmermann and all of her inspired works!!!
...called "Unventions" -- her own coined term.
I was digging through some old files and came across this that I wrote quite a while ago about my favourite sweater. I think it was in one of my journals or something, but, the text ended up in one of the files on my computer.
...and I'm generally not one for writing poetry that rhymes:
Oh gansey oh gansey,
Tight upon my chest;
Give me great protection,
'Till the boat comes to rest.
Diamonds, ropes, and ladders
Adorning all the yoke;
Keep me safe while fishing;
To get back to my folk.
The idea was tossed around on other groups as well as this one.