Pardon the unoriginal title. Being creative just before dinner is hard. So’s knitting. Well, knitting with difficult yarn, or knitting a difficult pattern, or combining the two. I finally got so frustrated that I decided to (re)learn crocheting.
You can go find your copy of James Brown belting out “I feel good” if you want. My version is more low-key and without the groovy dance moves, but I do feel good. I like to thank ho’oponopono for that. So I’m going to talk about it again.
I broke my own heart this past December. I visited my mother in Nevada and we had no fights, no snark, no desire to avoid each other. Decades of being dysfunctional were over. Continue reading