Musings and Ducks

Interesting how in the past three months I feel as though I have gone completely quiet within. I don't have any of the big questions challenging me anymore. In fact, I seemed to have found avenues to inner peace.



I am digging seriously and deeply into the study of my faith. I crochet each night. When I'm not crocheting, I'm working crossword puzzles, perusing the premium channels for unseen movies, and enjoy Tanner's antics and Gus' disdain of said antics.

To the left is a project I finished recently - hand warmers. After completing four of these in various yarn weights, I'm now looking around for a lacy, delicate pattern. If you know of any such out there, I'd love to be pointed in the right direction.

I write when the spirit moves me and find inspiration all around me. Even my approach to blogging has changed. The quieter I feel within myself, the less I need to post unless the mood strikes me. I still read and visit around daily. I treasure the friends I've made here. But now it seems that SFASMT has become as quiet as I'm feeling these days. Perhaps it's simply winter but whatever it is, I am very much enjoying the feeling. I'm very grateful for the serenity that has found me - or perhaps more precisely, the serenity which I have found.

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So - that was last night. This is this morning and one of the great reasons why I feel so good much of the time. The ducks around the lake at work are so many and varied, so full of humor and antics that reflect human nature. A day doesn't go by when I don't hugely enjoy these creatures going about the business of building and maintaining their community hierarchy.