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Themeless Friday Five
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.
Have fun!
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.