Year Four, Day 216: Peaceful, Flowing Spirt

I am feeling so much better today than yesterday.

Our grandmas had it right when they told us to rest and drink plenty of fluids when we felt under the weather.

I did just that. And today I feel a tad bit higher than the weather. And that is saying a lot! It is another gorgeous fall day. It is quite chilly, but no wind. The skies are clear and blue. The trees that have hung on to their leaves are displaying them in brilliant color of orange, yellow and red.

I love bright colors. That is probably why I am having so much fun knitting "healing socks".

I gave my daughter a pair yesterday. Bright yellow, black and white in bulky yarn. She cocked one eyebrow as she looked at them. But when she put them on she smiled. "They are very soothing", she said. "It's almost like they are massaging my feet!"

I agree. There is something almost magical about my healing socks. Hence the name. I look forward every day to coming home and putting on my bright, bulky socks.  I did not make them with a tight enough knit to be worn anywhere other than at home.

But they are perfect for cold, winter days, snuggled up with a hot cup of tea or cocoa, watching a movie or reading a book.

Ahhh...comfort!

I am still transitioning into middle ages.  Grandmahood.  And I find that I do not seek adventure as much as I seek comfort.

And ritual.

I used to fight ritual like it was the plague when I was younger. I feared boredom and monotony.

But what I've found, is that routine can be beautiful, freeing and comforting if done with a kind and loving heart. And the intention of having a peaceful, flowing life.

So I got up early this morning. I hooped. I cleaned the kitchen. I made breakfast for the whole family. Then I sat down with my mother at the kitchen table and chatted with her over a cup of coffee.

Healing Socks for my granddaughter and my dad

We've started having breakfast at my place instead of eating out.  Much less stressful now that I have a good morning routine.

I even gave her a pair of healing socks to take home to my father. My daughter gave them a container of salmon chowder. Made with the salmon her husband caught at the coast last week.

My mother texted me later that he loves his socks.
She even sent a picture! :)

My Dad's Healing Socks

Then I cleaned with my granddaughter. She also seems to really enjoy our routine. We had breakfast and cleaned. Then she played while I knitted socks. Then we had "school"
where we colored, wrote "A, B & C", played the piano and sang.

Next was a snack and a little viewing of "Little House on the Prairie".

Her mom and dad came home shortly afterwards.  I finished a load of laundry and headed out to the library, where I sit now. Blogging. I am researching a few hymns for my column in the church newsletter.

Next I plan on grabbing a bite to eat and then working out a bit at the gym.  My reward will be a long soak on the hot tub!

This evening I plan to spend time with my piano while my granddaughter goes to a harvest festival with her parents.

I was invited, but I am not much in a people mood. My piano, my knitting, a book, a cup of tea and a BBC show (Lately it's "Scott & Bailey") sounds like a fine time to me!

I feel peaceful.  My spirit is flowing!

Happy Thursday!  Happy Halloween!

Love,

Zita

P.S. Here is today's hooping video. Day 179!