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Grateful not hateful!

Sometimes its hard to feel grateful, Sometimes it feels like the world is gunning for you and all you want to do is curse and stamp your feet…. or is that just me? Like the days when everything you do goes wrong, things break, take too long, aren’t what you expected…. ahhhh expectations… the constant companion of the let down and disappointed!

Just to be clear here, I’m not some kind of guru of calm. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, anyone who  knows me knows I’m as messed up as the next person, but mostly they like me anyway and for that I am truly grateful.

So when I’m struggling with life, this short meditation is like a semi colon in my internal ranting and raging. Sometimes I listen to it while I knit, other times I just sit. And it never fails. I might not be a pool of calm at the end but I have perspective and I’ve had a few moments to consider what I am grateful for – having my wonderful husband in my life, a wild and spirited daughter, friends I could call on in the middle of the night and find a warm welcome and the opportunity to pursue my talents. I am very lucky. And I am mood lifts from hateful to grateful.

Thank you.

 

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Knitting natters…

IMG_5562I want to share a lovely story with you.  A gentleman visited my stall in a Wells. I was knitting and he was interested in what I was knitting. we started chatting. To my amazement, he told me that he’d been knitting for 70 years.

A very spritely 81 years young, he’d been bombed out of London in the war and had gone to live with his grandmother in Epping. She’d had 14 children, he was the son of her eldest. He told me they used to go for walks in the forest and that she had taught him how to knit.

He said he knitted mittens kike a demon throughout the war, and she taught him how to knit Fairisle. He commented  that it was a sort of therapy for him after being in London during the bombings and that his Grandmother was a very kind woman for teaching him. Later in life he knitted jumpers for all of his grandchildren.

I’d love you to share your knitting stories with me by contacting me below