Boy it’s miserable out this morning. Here in Barnegat, NJ, we are having another Nor’Easter. Right now at 8:13 a.m., the temperature is hovering at the freezing point. Noisy window rapping, icy rain pellets have begun to change over to big quiet snow flakes. From my chair by the fire place, I have a direct but partial view of what’s going on outside our front door.
“You’re looking at it,” I said.
Yep, I’m pretty much ensconced in my chair for the duration. While sipping on a never ending cup of herbal tea, knitting, blogging, watching YouTube videos and staring out the window are on my agenda today.
By the way, here in Barnegat, NJ, yesterday the temperatures were in the 60’s.
For my knitting and crocheting friends, I have started a knitting podcast called Joey’s Scarf. I would love for you to check it out. I share what I’m currently working on, what I’ve made and show you any new and yummy items I’ve added to my stash.
Just as important to me, though, is the segment I have near the end of the podcast where I share memories of my Joe. It’s interesting, you know, in the past few weeks I have been doing these podcasts, I have found being able to talk about Joe out loud has fulfilled a need in me that I didn’t realize I was missing. It has been so comforting. I think I was beginning to feel that somehow Joe was getting further and further away from me. Everyone who has suffered the loss of a loved one surely understands the feeling, right?
A beautiful first podcast. I am not a knitter but I loved hearing your story. You are making you son Joe very proud. I know that he is watching over you. This, too, will be theraputic, I'm sure! Your work is beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Paula. I appreciate your comments so much! They are encouraging words for sure.
DeleteI'll have to check out the podcast when I'm not on a school computer. Looks like a nice set of mittens.
ReplyDeleteThanks Liz. The mittens were at first a challenge, but they came out okay.
DeleteGood for you in both your podcast and with knitting. My mom was quite good at crocheting and some other least known handiwork. I did learn to crochet but haven't done in in years. I keep saying I will do it again - the urge just hasn't hit me yet.
ReplyDeleteWhen you spoke of your son, Joe, I was with you in spirit. It will be 14 years since my son died. I still can't talk about it in person.
You are an amazing woman. Blessings and Hugs and hope you get a huge following.
Thank you Debby. I know you understand grief, and loss, and I am with you in spirit too.
DeleteSo glad you're reaching out to the knitting community as part of your healing process. Our children are never far from us, even if only in our hearts. Be well, say warm, keep in touch through podcasting and blogging. (I've always thought one of those big, empty beach houses on LBI in winter would make a great place for a knitting retreat...)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Karen. I have definitely found comfort in the knitting community.
DeleteLBI is pretty desolate in the winter. It is exhilarating to walk on an empty beach. Although, amazingly, it’s never completely empty. There are the dog walkers, fisherman, surfers, shellers and those like me, pensive starers at the sea.