Skip to main content

Year Two, Day 334: Each Stitch Holds a Prayer

Looking back on this day, I feel a sense of pride, balance and peace.

Although I slept in, YET AGAIN, I did not overeat.  And I mostly focused in my work, and peaceful and kind and PRESENT in my work and interaction with others.

I believe my fruit of the spirit today was "goodness".  (From Galatians 5:22-23).

I equate this with integrity. I've talked about this with my kids when they were younger. Doing the right thing even if noone is looking. Afterall, God sees all!

My son and I took taekwondo classes together for several years. Before each class, we stood at attention and recited the "Five Tenets of Taekwondo":
  1. Courtesy
  2. Integrity
  3. Perseverence
  4. Self control
  5. Indominatable Spirit. 
I can still recite those from memory!  Repetition is a very effective way of learning. I can see this as a teacher and musician.  And as a student of life.

I did check myself and google the "Five Tenets of Taekwondo".

I was correct!

And I found this definition of integrity interesting:
"Integrity, or 염치 in Korean Hangul (pronounced yom-chee), includes not only the general definition of integrity where one is not only able to determine the difference between right and wrong but also being able to stand up for what is ethically correct. Being honest and having strong moral principles is paramount and working hard to be beyond corruption are important aspects of the tenet of integrity."

Interesting that taekwondo reflects some moral teachings from the Bible. I did a bit of quick research. Taekwondo is an ancient martial art, which can be traced back over 2,000 years!
I've been thinking about my son a lot lately. One of my biggest regrets as a mom was allowing him to quit taekwondo. He was only 10 or 11. A purple belt. One of the best in his class. But he started to resist going to class. I had to drag him kicking and screaming. I was an overwhelmed single mom. I gave in.

I could have throttled the man a few years ago when he said, "Mom, I should have stayed in taekwondo. I would have been a blackbelt!"

grrrrr

But I digress.

I want to talk about knitting. Yes, knitting.

I have discovered that knitting has become a spiritual practice for me.  I am knitting a baby blanket for my new grandbaby. I never mastered the art of knitting. I become distracted and forget if I am knitting or purling. Or the tension is uneven. The fabric will get wider and wider, and the narrower and narrower, until I get frustrated and rip out all the stitches.

But not this time. I am inspired. My daughter suggested getting thicker yarn. It was brilliant. I found a lovely, soft plush thick yarn. We do not know the gender yet, so I found a fairly gender neutral color.  

And to keep my focused and mindful, I pray with each stitch.  I started out praying for blessings on my grandbaby with each stitch last night. Then this afternoon, over a green tea latte at Starbucks, I prayed for each family member with each stitch.

And then, people just kept popping into my head. And as they did, I whispered their names and prayed a blessing for them with each stitch.

And then, I broadened my prayer circle to all those suffering in this world. To the people in Syria, especially the victims of the recently chemical attack. For the Coptic Christians that were victims of the Palm Sunday bombing in Egypt, for the man that was dragged off the United Airlines plane, for the safety of the Pope and all those who work for peace. For all the homeless, the addicted, the lonely, the depressed, the hungry, all the victims of violence, especially innocent children.  

The list went on and on.

I am going to have to buy more yarn.




As you can see, it is not perfect. But I plan on practicing everyday. Each stitch holds a prayer.  

I think I found a spiritual practice and hobby that I can continue the rest of my life! And finally, gifts I can give truly from my heart! :)

I hope you had a happy, peaceful Tuesday.

Talk to you tomorrow.

Love,

Zita

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Year Four, Day 328: Success at Last!! This is What I Do

Hello My Long Lost Friends! Or, perhaps it was I who was lost? And now I think I am beginning to find myself!  Under layers of fat, and self loathing!  How's that for an opening line!  Or perhaps the title of a novel:  Layers of Fat and Self-Loathing! Today I stepped on the scale.  I am weighing myself every morning these days. I was shocked! I told my partner the scale must be broken!  Yesterday I weight 186. Today 185! I have been on a strict intermittent fast for the past 10 weeks. I have officially lost 12 pounds!  And the best news is I think I not only can stick to this way of eating, I am actually beginning to really enjoy it!  And look how far I've come! I've been writing since May 12, 2015.  Over 8 years now!  I know this blog post says Year Four, Day 328, but there have been many pauses in blogging. For instance, when I am not pleased with progress or simply have no words! I was 53 when I first began blogging. I am now 61. I honestly feel better than I did 8 years

Year Four, Day 335: "Crisis Fatigue"

Hello Friends! I have missed you! I have been so utterly exhausted and downright depressed, that I couldn't summon enough energy to even lift my fingers to this computer keyboard to write.  Apparently there is a mental disorder for people going through crises.  Crises such as pandemics, systemic racism, political division, unemployment, police brutality, civil unrest.... It's called "crisis fatigue". When humans are presented with a threat, adrenaline is released to give us quick energy. This is called the "fight or flight syndrome". But when threats are overwhelming, and perceivably continuous, like this year, it overwhelms the system. People can feel numb, depressed, anxious and irritable. Yup. That's me.  I guess I'm quite normal after all! I found an interesting article that describes crisis fatigue, especially in relation to current events.  But it doesn't really address how to take care of ourselves during these unsettling times!

Year Four, Day 247: What Happened in Vegas...

  Expectations can be brutal. Especially when reality dashes them against the rocky shores of our souls. How's that for an opening line? I was so excited about my recent trip to Las Vegas.  I haven't travelled anywhere in so long. I do believe I have been bit by the travel bug.  I want the freedom to go places I have never been, see things I have never seen and experience life as a stellar adventure! My kids are young adults with families of their own.  I have my role as Zma, as Teacher Zita. But I am on a quest to find Zita. She's hidden someone deep inside. Covered in layers. Like an onion. I like the onion analogy. Notice the outermost layer of an onion - dry  and papery. As you peel off layers, the inside is juicy and sweet. I have paid my dues of sacrifice, shame and self deprivation.  What I want now is to embrace the life I have remaining. Have you seen the life pie chart? I don't know where I read this, but it stuck with me.  Draw a circle.  And then divide it i