Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Read this on one of my favorite blogs and it spoke to my heart - wanted to share.
Big knitting retreat last weekend! Wore my butt out, but I got a lot done. Finished the goofy scarf I started for the weaving seminar.
I had trouble keeping the selvedges straight at the end. I think maybe the white warp threads at the edges stretched out and were looser than the rest.
We had several looms out for people to check out, so I warped up my mini-inkle loom real quick. Used colors I had with me and I don't have a plan for it, but it's pretty.
Our challenge for the retreat was to knit a cowl of our own design using a ball of Fez yarn that they gave us. I wanted to work a color pattern, so I bought a second ball.
The cool cast-on and braids are from Nancy Bush's Folk Knitting in Estonia. I love that book.
My sister's birthday is fast approaching and I decided to make her a Shalom. A rare flash of inspiration made me remember this yarn I spun. (Swore I had a picture of all of it, but it has disappeared. This is the little bit I have left.)
I found a little Lamb's Pride that matched the purple and used it for the neckband. Then I switched to the handspun and chose three patterns I liked. (They are Little Tent Stitch, Dewdrop Pattern, and Woven Diamonds, if anybody cares).
The Fates smiled on me and I had enough yarn for the whole yoke with a little left over for the bottom border. Then I went over to Yarn Cravin' and found matching yarn to use for the body. It is scratchy stuff, but it matched too well to pass up. Finished picture soon - I am almost done. It is all I knit on at the retreat.
When my knitting mojo ran a little low, I pulled out my little Fidelis wheel and some extra yummy Blue-Faced Leicester that I bought at the Spinning Loft in Howell.
I have 16 oz of this fiber.
This is nearly 98 yards of worsted and it weighs exactly 3.05 ounces. If my math holds up, I can get 520 yards of this and make something cool.
We didn't have to leave the retreat until 5:00pm Sunday, but I was all out of steam by about 2:30. Made 57 trips out to my car with all my stuff and headed on home.
My biggest triumphs of the weekend:
Stayed away from the treat table and did not eat one bite of junk.
Even though I was exhausted, Hubby and I took an hour-long bike ride once I got home. If I don't lose any weight this week, it isn't because I didn't try.