Whispers in the snow

The edge of night still grasping the sky
the sun trying to sneak by
the soft whisper of snow falling, caressing all it touches
the early morning can be so intimate and yet so completely lonely. 

Day one

A new beginning, a new year
it crept up after such a strong an emotional countdown.
Now I sit,  listening to the soft silence of snow falling,
and wonder what to do? What is next?
A soft muzzle jostles me from my ruminations. 
Next, we play ball.

Small Kindnesses

  Growing up, things weren't always easy for me. Not due to anything more than a small amount of scarring on my face. It was something that should have been overlooked, but never was. Day after day kids cruelly pointed it out, called names, and excluded you because you look different. It hurt, but I always tried to ignore it. I applied myself elsewhere. School and learning was a high priority, sports came in second. They had to include you on a team sport. Years would traipse by and I never thought a bit of how my day to day effected anyone. 
  I can not tell you what day it was, how the weather was, or whether or not I was in a mood or not. I can tell you however, my youngest sister came beaming in the door, arriving from school with a sheet of paper in her hand and a small aluminum wrapped soda can. She looked so proud as she marched up to me and thrust her hands out. 
 " This is for you. Read it." Her demand was adorable,and completely unexpected. I reached out and gathered the small gifts from her. Turning the can over in my hand I read in childish hand writing, " Your Great! I love You!" A tiny pink horse and a dark blue marble nestled near a big flower in hues of peach. Stickers were placed in each of the blank spaces she had felt needed a bit of something. I grinned. Her and I so rarely got along, this in itself was truly touching, but then my eyes drifted to the letter. 
   As I read over each word her sweet little heart had put down describing how truly inspiring I was to her, tears filled my eyes. They still do to this day. My cute , annoying little sister told me I was her hero. I was her Hero for being able to keep my head up through teasing, and silly childhood misunderstandings. To her that was such an amazing thing. Something I had considered coping and moving on, she considered a triumph. To this day I pull out her letter and read over each of the words. Being moved to tears each time. My small soda can wrapped still sits where I can see it, it looks a little worse for wear, but I diligently try to preserve the most beautiful trophy I ever earned, the unconditional love of a sister. 

A silent storm

Pain
Gripping my heart squeezing it , until barely I can draw a small breath.
Agony
Tearing ripping at me. I watch hopes and dream slowly dying before me. Turning to ash and slipping through fingers , desperate to hold on to one small shred of what could have been. 
Tears
Falling, unrestrained they cascade down my cheeks. Parading the despair and hurt that ride the tidal wave of each and every drop. Seeping away any attempt to try to hold on to any form of control. Its too late, I have lost any control.
Resigned
Looking at the path I have chosen, lamenting over paths gone by. Resignation takes the forefront. I can no longer fight, I can no longer hope of winning. All I can do is grasp the small shreds of possibilities that are no longer possible. Cling to dreams that have faded to black and become a distant warm memory. 

A small Stone

The silence is heavy like an elephant on my chest.
Words seem to escape my lips but fly noiselessly across the room to only fall upon deaf ears.
Weeping on the inside, I have no where to turn, alone , I wipe the tears and put on the brave face.
All is well in the word, at least that's the story they hear. 

Ahhh

The hot tingling prick of multiple needles zipping inn and out of your skin. The slow burn that radiants through your body. The whirring of the machine near your ear....makes...me ...so ...sleepy

Oh Goodness Gracious!!

SO it would seem that after starting this adventure, I allowed myself to get side tracked, side swiped, and all around lost in a host of other lovelies!!
I have done some writing, I have tackled some new and crazy knitting projects and I am about to undertake teaching myself some new crafts. I am so sorry to have neglected you all; I shall be more diligent in posting. I shall start by sharing with you my favorite project I undertook.

   Being a girl who is a bit wild at heart, and you can take that to mean crazy or that I love nature, both would be accurate. But as I was gazing upon the splendor of many talented loomers, I thought.... I don't see a Viking hat pattern, and I need one.
   Now not many people would stop and think they need a Viking helmet, but ;) I am not your average bear. I set about deciding what type of yarn would be best for such a project.

  I decided on using a nice bulky yarn (5) in a tan and a dark chocolate brown.

  I started the hat with a crochet cast on. I have been favoring it lately. J

  I then e-wrap knit until I had about 4 inches. Once I reached the 4 in mark, I turned it up and made the brim. It at this point was nothing too spectacular, except to me who was giddy.  

  Switching to the dark brown I knitted away creating the helmet part of my Viking fashion wear! After getting the body finished, I made the tan horns and the accent piece for the helmet in tan as well.

   After marveling at it, I decided there was one thing missing…. BRAIDS! Quickly I got out my bright yellow yarn and created some gorgeous braids to attach on either side of the helmet. It was complete and I was so happy!  Here is a peak at my Viking helmet; I am ready to go plundering!