Last week was happily filled with small cloth stitching. There weren't enough minutes in the days to join all of the scraps and threads of ideas that were bubbling up. Then came a pause, and a need to slow and just make without thought or rush of excitement. So, yesterday and today were spent with this restful knitting, another Portland Pullover. The only thought weaving through was, "This is just swell."
And I thought about "swell," a word I use lots, without thinking. A word with so many meanings: The rhythm of the sea as the waves rise and fall, that moment in really wonderful music that takes you to a brink, to grow, really big feelings that fill you up, things being fine & dandy . . .
Really, 'swell' is truly swell, and how things go, and are.
