Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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Ooops! There is more to say - do go read Fillyjonk's beautiful February 2 post about the many faces of love. It's worthy of reading and of comment.
The only luxury I would want would be more time. To spend however I choose.
By Oh, how beautifully said! I am glad you have a glorious Saturday ahead with your riches!
Love your path of musings this AM - appreciate the ideas, passions, feelings.
By Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Saturday, February 04, 2006 Musing along on a Saturday morning. I’ve filled up my third cup of coffee - an unusual act for me, since I try to limit the caffeine in my life - but somehow it just feels right today. It feels like luxury and I’m in the mood for that. For abundance and richness and a third cup of hot sweet milky coffee. I’ve already been very chatty this morning - writing e-mails to friends, posting on the KR forums. And my brain is still pondering and whirring about things. Things like how much fun I’m having not buying any fibers right now. About being awash in the vastness of my stash - the abundance, as I said above - the richness of a room piled high with beautiful fibers. I could just walk into the den, pull everything out and glory in how fabulously wealthy I am. Lots of folk have said to me “I could never have that much discipline.” but I haven’t really any extraordinary discipline and the oath wasn’t intended to deny me pleasures. It was disciplinary only in that it made me stop moving in one direction, assess my terrain, and choose a new direction - back into the den, where most of my fiber is stored. I just needed to take a really honest look at what I already had and acknowledge it, value it, appreciate my previous decisions, accept my riches and live with my abundance. I hear a lot of folk fantasizing about being rich, but sometimes I wonder if they aren’t really imagining getting rich - not being there yet, but on the way, with the assurance of success. “When I win the lottery”, they say or “If I only I could inherit from some unknown wealthy recluse.” But what if they were already rich. What would they be doing? Shopping or using what they’d already bought? If I suddenly received fortylevendyhundredmillion dollars I doubt I’d really want to buy more fibers right now. I might pop for that Golding Spinning Wheel and hire the crew to build on the studio - but I truly doubt I would want more fiber. What I would do would be to retire early to have more time - to use all the fiber I already have. Well, I can’t retire yet, but I can spend the spare time I do have playing with my beautiful abundant stash. I can be rich right now and that seems like such a wonderful thing to have - an opportunity to be rich on an ordinary Saturday morning. And after that, there doesn’t seem anything more worth saying. Except - I wish you all to have that same glorious thing. A Saturday morning when you can be rich - already. posted by Bess | 7:20 AM |
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