finding some peace

The last couple weeks have been difficult  And then my Grandmother fell.  She broke her hip and had to have a partial hip replacement last night.  It was just not an extra stress I needed.  When I feel that way, a pot of tea and weaving after work helps.  My Beloved joined me on the floor to chat and feed me roasted broccoli from the garden.  He likes to watch me and noticed I am getting faster.  He asks me questions about the pattern and colors.  I am always so excited when I can change color.  The measurements are so exact!  The number of fingers.  Four, three, two, three, four.  

He even likes he waves because I am having trouble with tension.  Learnings.  This rug will never be perfect but I have learned a lot.  I learn more every day.  The next one will be better because I think there will always be another one.  And I have a yearning for a dye bath and white sheets to see what that would make.  

Peace is breathing one day at a time.  One minute at a time.  And doing that next task.  Very much a blessing.