- The days until Christmas: As I follow the countdown and the number of days gets smaller, my pile of crocheted gifts gets bigger. I make gifts with my hands to remind myself that Christmas is about giving of yourself to honor others, not about buying things to honor capitalism. I crochet because counting stitches is a form of meditation, and meditation keeps me sane.
- The pounds on my body: I count my calories and the amounts of fat and sugar I put inside my body. I am not obese, and not even more than a few pounds overweight, but I like feeling light. When I feel light, I practice yoga more often, I sit on the floor instead of the couch more often, and I enjoy the taste of food more.
- The objects in my home: Just knowing that I am about to reorganize a drawer and, therefore, whittle its contents down to the beautiful essentials, gives me a thrill. Actually doing the work, making each small decision about what to keep, what to donate, what to throw away, is ecstasy, thrill upon thrill upon thrill. I used to think I loved discarding things, the sensation of unburdening myself, but now I think I love the feeling of completeness that follows the work of whittling.
|Photo by S. Gaissert. Macy's, Herald Square, New York, NY.|