I am working my way through my Pay It Forward list.
I have posted it a few times, familiar with it?
To start this year off in a loving way I'm participating in the Pay-it-Forward initiative... The first five people who comment on this status with "I'm in" will receive a surprise from me at some point in this calendar year- anything from a book, a ticket, a visit, something home-grown or made, a postcard, absolutely any surprise! There will be no warning and it will happen when the mood comes over me and I find something that I believe would suit you and make you happy. These five people must make the same offer in their FB status and distribute their own joy. Simply copy this text onto your profile, (don't share) so we can form a web of connection and kindness. Let's do more nice and loving things for each other this year, without any reason other than to make each other smile and show that we think of each other.
This one is for a friend, who won't see this post as she is on vacation. With luck, she'll receive it when she comes home next week and checks her mail.
Photography is my first creative love. I saw these happy, little flowers while we were at the beach today.
love dandelions and always have. I have long been making wishes by
blowing dandelion seeds, and taught each of my children to do so. I
have made crowns from them. I have been given handfuls of dandelions
by my children, who also saw their simple beauty.
also have been a defender of the dandelion, to those who seek to make
their yards free of them. Now, I have a stronger argument than just
their ability to make me smile. Dandelions can help save the bees.
I found this pattern shortly after my father passed away suddenly in October.
It took almost 7 months to finish. As I started stitching it in the early days of my grief, I cried a lot while stitching. I messed up stitches and had to pull them out to rework that section again.
It was a hard piece to complete. But now I have. At the end I was still crying, but the tears have changed. It was not like the beginning, that horrible gutted-soul sobbing of loss (the kind that has always made my children cry to see me do it), where I could only work for short periods of time. In the end of it, months later, I stitched in peace. I would think of Daddy, but with the misty tears of happier days coming to mind. Even as I type this I'm a smidgen weepy.