Tag: gratitude

in which we talk crone week

It’s Crone Week, y’all. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about all of this, but I’m also trying not to be overly concerned with how I’m “supposed” to feel right now. I have enough on my plate without trying to jam my feelings into propriety. I’ve spent my day engaging in active comfort; a long early morning walk, flea…

in which there is always room at the table

This weekend so so so many people tried to get in contact! (Hi, y’all!) I’m very grateful to have heard from all of you, but I wanted to take a quick moment to do a little housekeeping and make sure that I didn’t hurt anyone’s feelings—- Sam and I informally observe a sort of secular Sabbath, so if you tried…

in which there is just gratitude

I have been lucky in the last few months in that having MS has really been pretty uneventful for me. Most days, having MS has just meant taking pills, disability activism, and watching my lifestyle. This morning, having MS meant crying in my kitchen over a UPS package, because a doctor I haven’t seen in over two years bent over backwards…

on regaining balance

I’m back from Chicago, and oh, sweethearts, am I tired. I’ll be honest, Chicago may not have been the best idea I ever had. Or maybe it was, I’m not sure. In all honesty: I had a fantastic time. I saw people I needed to see, people who filled my heart up, refreshed me, re- started me from the inside…

in which there is possibly too much talk of keelhauling

You guys. YOU GUYS. I can’t even begin to address the enormous outpouring of love and support you’ve been sending my way over the last few days. It’s really amazing. THANK YOU. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH. I have so many comments and emails to respond to, and it’s a little overwhelming, but I needed to tell you how much…

in which there is an ending, a beginning, and a new adventure

The news is true: The Sanguine Gryphon is disbanding. In January 2012, Cephalopod Yarns is beginning. I’m spending tonight caught between two places, in limbo between 2.5 years of hard work and a future of new adventures. I don’t know what to say tonight. This is hard, because it is both an end and a beginning. This weekend we were…

in this now

I’m in bed, insomniatic, listening to Sam breathe. As miserable as I know tomorrow will be, I am grateful for this moment. We are here, we are we, this is now. Tonight I’ll lay awake and not dream of other countries, other places and faces, other lives. Tonight I will give myself this moment, nothing more or less: safe and…

the 29th list of Very Good Things

This reads: cold weather! thick socks handspun yarns half- price candy corn cashmere scraps chai massage therapy rosin bags Team Wench pokeberry auctions the Rally To Restore Sanity/ Fear Also, have some Hugo- dog!