I came over here this evening with absolutely nothing to say, and then I opened some messages and found an invitation from a friend to join her at a Tibetan Singing Bowl Meditation session next weekend. We both admitted that this sort of thing is totally out of our comfort zones, which means I’m doing exactly what I need to be doing. I just wadded up my security blanket (it’s yellow with cross-stitched flowers) and threw it into the street. (Figuratively. The blanket is an important part of my hygge. (Come on over. We’ll hygge the hell out of November and beyond.))
I left the house by myself to go to church this morning. While drinking coffee after the service, I unknowingly dropped my knife onto the floor and one of my favorite church members bent over, picked it up, and presented it to me. SO, now I’m the lady who carries a knife to church. (It’s a tiny pocket knife that has been attached to my keys for years, and I really have no idea how it fell off. Really. I really have no idea.) ((I carry it because of the tiny scissors! They come in handy if I put my phone down long enough to knit while I’m driving.))
NOTICE: If you see me at church, don’t screw with me. I’m carrying.
Every blog entry should contain a photo, so here I am posing for Robert Frost.