I would like to announce that the dog does not even bark at the UPS man anymore. Mr. UPS has been to the house so often this week that apparently Buddy considers him to be part of the family now.
Every stitch forward is a good thing.
See, that’s what I love about you-who-comment-here. I read through the comments, and without fail, there’s encouragement, and wisdom, and silliness, and Good Stuff in them. In fact…I just found out that Nicholas loves the comments so much that he told me he doesn’t even read my posts for several days, because he wants to wait until the comments are there. Sir N says: “The comments are the best part!”
This from my Number One Fan, mind you.
So, yes: Every stitch forward is a good thing.
In that spirit, I decided today was going to be a crafty day. I did a bit of work on the computer, then put some needles in my hands, and worked on Nicholas’ Super Secret Gift for a while. I watched Rita Buchanan’s video How I Spin as I knitted.
Rita talks about Joy often, and she radiates joy the way some special folk do. Plus, she has a pig puppet who spins. (Doesn’t get much better than that.) Listening to Rita, and watching her spin, was a perfect bit of quiet joy this morning.
I’ve been thinking about joy lately. Joy, peace, happiness…all those. I’m realizing that I’m an odd combination of joyful and sad these days. Joyful, because, well…why not? I have a sweetheart for a husband, I’m warm and fed and I have everything anyone could possibly want in life, including four adorable animal companions.
And I wrote “everything anyone could possibly want in life” and realized that this isn’t quite true.
I want to live in a place that feels like home. This part of the world is charming, but…it’s not home. I’ve been here over two years now, and I still feel uprooted and homesick. I’ve made wonderful friends, the people here are stellar, and there’s so much good here in Canada that I feel ungrateful for even hinting that I don’t love every single bit of being here. I love some of it. It’s a good place, even a beautiful place. But…I want to go home.
I want children. Someday. It will happen someday.
As I write those things, I wonder…am I complaining? I’ve been thinking a LOT about complaining lately, also; mostly because one encounters quite a bit of it on Ravelry, Twitter, and other social sites. I’ve been noticing that some folks complain and complain, other folks post about happy things and joyful things, and then still other folks post both complaints and happy. When I read the constant complaining, I feel sick at heart; when I read the more positive, or at least more balanced, posts, I feel lighter at heart.
Then, Mary-Heather (rainydaygoods on Twitter and Ravelry) tweeted that she is taking a pledge to not complain. For a whole week.
I’m thinking about taking that pledge, too. It’s not that I think complaining is wrong; I just think that if you do too much of it, like anything else, it gets to be a habit, and it gets to be poisonous. Yes, it’s cold and it’s snowy and the snow is turning to muddy mush outside; but the cold means I can have a fire in the woodstove, which smells wonderful and makes the whole house somehow come alive.
Before I take the pledge, though, I have to figure out for myself: What exactly is a complaint? Is it the same thing as speaking the truth, for example, when one is sick? What if you have an upset stomach and don’t feel like eating dinner–is it complaining to say, “I don’t feel well”?
The online dictionary says a complaint is: “An expression of discontent, regret, pain, censure, resentment, or grief; lament; faultfinding.”
Discontent, then. Thus, a simple statement of fact, as in “I don’t feel well,” isn’t a complaint by that definition, as long as one is content with one’s illness. (You know. Like the Dalai Lama is content no matter what comes his way.)
I don’t think “not complaining” means being an unrealistic Pollyanna about life’s potholes. “There’s a pothole, watch out” is a lot different than saying “Damn potholes, they ruin my day and those Bad People at the street fixing place should fix them!”
I’m going to try not complaining for a week. That includes this blog. It doesn’t mean hiding what’s going on, or lying, or being false in any way. I think, for me, it means letting it be. Life on life’s terms. Yes, I’m a bit sad, but maybe that’s appropriate for the person I am and the spot I find myself in. I accept the sadness, I accept the uprootedness, and I look around me to see the WHOLE picture. What else is in my life besides the sadness and homesick feelings? So much good. So much love. So much warmth, so much laughter.
Today’s Random Good
Maybe it’s hokey to actually have a foundation for Random Acts of Kindness. I don’t know. But there it is. The part I like best is their list of suggestions/ideas for acts of kindness. Check out the drop-down menu; there’s even specific suggestions for Kindness At Home, or Kindness Online.
Hokey? Maybe. I’m scrolling through the list anyway.