Empty

Souls,
Torn,worn,
Patched, and mended.

Bears the weight of silence,
In it's weakened state,
Fear moves in
Like a silent disease,
It's too weak to fight.

The cracks grow visible,
It's leaking, weeping.
Fading
Empty

Kansas City Cowl

Finished!

Coming alive

So I'm sitting and knitting and having a tea at my coffee shop.  I'm watching Main Street wake up.  I haven't done that in awhile, it's really very fascinating, I arrived when the sidewalk cleaner was picking up refuge left behind by the Saturday night revellers.  The town seems to wake up at the same time.  It's surprising who is up early on a Sunday.  A few students weighted down with backpacks full of books,  meeting to study and there are a lot of paper reading, CBC radio listening,  political "expert" types meeting for coffee, black, no sugar.  When I arrived the morning radio was talking about the controversy surrounding legalizing selling organs(the ones needed to extend life) Wow, that was pretty deep.   I overheard one of the students was up late until 2:30 "making soup", I wonder if that's code for something....The mocha latte drinking group come and go.  The noise level increases as the mom's and tots arrive, the future of my coffee shop is in their hands, so adorable, eating an oatcake, there is hope.

The Clock Of Heaven

So, I've had my nose stuck in a book.  I found it in a little neighborhood bookstore, a local author.  "The Clock of Heaven" by Dian Day.  The book seller seemed underwhelmed by it, but something about it intrigued me.  It's about a women with a sad past and a precarious future, who is searching for a "safe haven" and is surprised when she finds kindness amongst strangers.  The author must be a poet, every line was beautiful.  It's a short book but the story seems complete, and in the short time it took me to finish it, it made me sad, happy, surprised and totally enamored.  I wept at a certain point and really couldn't remember when I had last read a book that evoked such emotion in me.  Not many books can do that in 400 pages, this book is 210 pages.  I think a book without a lot of fluff is so much more powerful,  it lets you think, imagine, and grow with the characters as they develop on the page.  If it's weighed down with too much stuff, the essence  of the story gets lost.  I recommend it to everyone.

Zen

So, I'm sitting and knitting in that perfect zen state,  sitting in "my" coffee shop.  There is as certain  atmosphere here and it is very conducive to my thinking, creative brain.  The "people watching" is very interesting. A local artist is sitting across from me, creating something beautiful,  there's a meeting of the minds over by the window and a man deep in a novel next to me.  The coffee guy sings as he works and an array students rush in and out.  Being in a university town sends me back to my university days, with a smile.  Oh and, My tea is made with actual tea leaves.  What more could a girl want.  A few simple things and my day is transformed into an event worth writing about, gotta love it.  I stopped at the wool shop to tell them about the chance encounter with some of their flock at Louisbourg, I couldn't resist picking up some heavenly alpaca, and a hat pattern.  One for me and one for my husband.  What a lucky man.  My "Kansas city" cowl is almost finished and I'm so pleased with how it turned out.  I will post a picture when it is completed.