Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Practicing Love



Love always hopes

Grandma's afghan, color of cream straight from the cow, thick wicket shell stitch, crocheted with the knowledge of freezing Kansas winters in a house heated only by bricks under the covers at night.  Crocheted for my hope chest so that I would be warm in cold weather, whether inside or outside my home.

I love my grandmother for thinking of the difficulties I might face ahead and making me a king sized cover of 30 lb homemade armor for home so heavy in love that it needs a commercial washer.  Each shell a practice of love, over and over, again and again, thousands of times the way I need to practice dense patterns of hope tightly packed with love, done over and over, again and again, thousands of times.

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