Spring flower pics taken from the parsonage yard. Photos taken by PKLM and are not to be used without permission
It’s Friday which means over at Revgals it’s…Friday Five time, here’s my attempt this week:
Hi gals and pals~~
Happy Friday to you! I don’t have a theme this week, but just a variety of questions for your writing pleasure…
1) How are you? What’s taking up your mind-heart space these days?
2) It’s St. Patrick’s Day on Monday~~will you celebrate or give a nod to it?
3) My colleague is a voracious morning reader of blogs, online news, articles, etc. What, besides RevGalBlogPals, do you look at frequently, if not daily?
4) I got nothin’ here. This is a free for all. Just tell us something!
5) Use these words in a sentence or two: map, magazine, sing, baby sloth, knit, penguin, love, weep, mountain, and messenger bag.
1. Having just had a hysterectomy I’ve been thinking a lot about babies and how I will no longer be able to give birth nor was I ever able to give birth to a biological child. Certainly adoption is a birthing process of a different kind.
2. Is there an official way to celebrate St. Patricks Day? I guess some drink green beer and eat special food. I’ll likely just wear soemthing green and send my littleman to school wearing something green.
3. I certainly check Facebook and Ravelry (a knitting and crocheting social network) multiple times a day. I also daily turn it the Moravian Daily Text as my devotional guidance for the day. I’m not much of a blog reader, unless someone links to one on Facebook or on Revgals and then I often read them.
4. Most people know I love to knit but I also love to take pictures. I wish I had the time and money to take some classes and if ever I am not a preacher a photographer I would like to be. Pictures are beautiful expressions and stories. I wish I had found a good Lenten photo a day practice to participate in.
5. Wow this is a tough one. ….. Here goes my try…….. I set out today with just a map, magazine and some basic knitting supplies tucked in my trusty messenger bag, I quickly found myself heading towards a hiking trail on one of the local mountains – I weep as I climb as my heart is heavy. Coming to a clearing I find that love has replaced the weeping and I knit a baby sloth and a penguin as I sing with a lighter heart.