"So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
Wow! It's been a while, hasn't it? Time flies when you're having fun...
So, where have I been?
"But Susan," I can hear you saying ( What? You don't hear voices in your head? Is it just me? Me too. What? ME TOO! Shh, I hate it when you interrupt. Who me? Shut up and let me think...)
Where was I, before I was so rudely interrupted? Oh yes...
"But Susan, how is it you have been sailing, when the rest of us have been slogging through melting slush and mud? Have you been on vacation and forgot to tell us? You didn't even ask one of us to be your test
Rest assured, I have not budged from the sunflower farm. I have, however, been traveling in my mind.
Next month, Scott and I will celebrate our 29th anniversary. And, while this is not exactly a landmark, next year's annual event will be cause for exceptional celebration. Every five years, we celebrate with a little trip. Our twentieth was marked with a week in Hawaii, and we enjoyed our twenty-fifth with a slightly shorter (due to the fact that I was enrolled in Seminary at the time) voyage to the wine country of Northern California. We had a wonderful time in both locales and are now beginning to look ahead to our thirtieth.
So, when I needed a break (yes, even I occasionally put down the needles) last week, I went to my trusty laptop and surfed the net for someplace warm, tropical, romantic, laid back, and cheap enough we could avoid selling the children into slavery to raise the necessary funds.
I spent a lot of time in the virtual world, looking at scenes like this:
To steal a line from Ma Bell, it's the next best thing to being there. It ain't spring break in Florida but, as diversions go, it ain't a bad way to kill a little r & r time...
And it got me to thinking (always a danger...)
How many times I wish the course was clear, and straight, and short, and direct.
And how many times I have to tack.
If you are familiar at all with sailing, you know that the shortest distance between two points may indeed be a straight line, but you can't get there from here, unless the wind is blowing in exactly the right direction.
Unlike other forms of boating, you cannot control your course; you can only adapt to the conditions that present themselves. You are, to a certain degree, dependent upon the whim and mercy of the wind.
So many times, in my life, I see where I want to go. And I do my best to stride ahead purposefully in that direction, only to be taken aback and pulled up short by a perceived setback or roadblock. So I must re-chart my course, adjust my sails, and detour around the obstacle, muttering under my breath ruefully, regretting the additional time and effort this requires.
When I reach the other side, I turn and survey the territory I have recently covered and can (nearly always) see exactly how I got there. And I understand how what seemed like an unnecessary circumnavigation at the time was, in reality, essential to my timely arrival in safe harbor.
But, at the time? Hah! I fret. I fuss. I try my darnedest to make the wind blow MY WAY, DAMN IT!
Have you ever tried this? Yeah, well...good luck with that...
I am not nearly so philosophical. I fight frustration, as, I am sure, you do as well. It is the human condition.
Sometimes, it seems we will never reach our goals. Wouldn't it be simpler to just ditch the boat altogether, and swim?
Even if the waters are infested with piranha and sharks?
It often seems that way, doesn't it?
But I know that God sees a larger picture than I do. I see the shore. God sees the full map of the Caribbean with all the shoals and sandbars clearly marked.
So I sigh; I let up on the rope; I pay out the line; I adjust.
Because I know something else as well.
If I keep faith, the divine wind begins to blow, as it always does. And it sees me safely home.
It is but for me to trim my sails.
After much tacking last week, Sherwood is well on her way to her desired destination. I am loving the seasilk's sheen and glowing green richness.
But it was not a straight shot across the forest. No-siree-bob!
She took on a lot of water in her construction, but every time I pulled her back, she sailed truer for the course adjustment.
A swagged design turned into a garter stitch leaf design, turned into a stockinette stitch, turned into a reverse stockinette stitch, turned into both!
A leaf insert turned into an all over lace pattern with some adaption and removal of extraneous elements.
And each time, I delayed posting pictures until she was a little further along on her voyage.
Before I knew it, a week had passed.
And I was still sailing...
Though this time, along a more manageable course, with the wind at my back.
At least until the next...
******In other news, look for a MD/AN errata posting later today (wOOt! BIG fun there...)
And make sure you visit the Woolen Rabbit. Kim has done up the cutest little stitch markers for the McGregor's Garden sock. Thanks to the industrious efforts of Donna Lee and Heatherly, the kit should be available soon!
Am also looking into reorganizing the website to provide easier and more complete access to pattern information. DH is workin' on it...
Is it any wonder, with pictures like this in my head:
I began thinking of a summer pattern called Caribbean Dreams?
Made out of this?
Now the only question is:
And what shape?
And what pattern?
I think I feel the wind comin' up...