Ah, how this month chugs along like "the little engine that could"; we make our way closer to the top of the mountain: the holidays and the end of the year. There always seems like one more thing to do, but I'm learning as the years move on to require less of myself. No longer the "mighty multi-tasker", I find I am having a more pleasant time this time of year than in years past.
I love the serious snow fall that covers everything in a kind of fairy dust. The pond is almost covered here yet still not frozen.
Like the cyclamen, I am happy to do my blooming on the inside looking out.
I have spent a lot of time working on the little doll I showed you in the last post, more time than is viable for a reasonable price, so I will probably put her in my etsy shop at much lower price than the hours spent on her would suggest. I just can't help myself; I love working on her so much.
The copper thread for her hair is something I've be saving for a special project for at least a dozen years or more. This taupe ultrasuede seemed to just call out out for it. And even where the copper wears away, the main gold-coloured thread looks hair-like. I'm so pleased!
This is such an emotional time of the year for so many. Yesterday I read a passage from a new book interviewing the Dalai Lama where he reminds us that there is no compassion for others when we seek to satisfy ourselves. We must shelve self-interest in order to love others better. It is a hard lesson sometimes, but one worth learning.
I wish you all love in your lives. Sweet, kind, tender love. Starting with the self, we work our way outwards embracing in our hearts those in our lives who don't know how to give it back, seeking not for ourselves except to give that which is so necessary to truly being alive. Like forgiveness, it is the gift we give ourselves.