Stitching is Coming Together

I had a good session at the PT today.  The tendon that is as tight as that which makes up the wound innards of a golf ball is slowly loosing the battle.  It doesn’t have much choice when it is rolled over a muscle mass time and time again.

I spent some time in the sewing studio today and the 25 Santa blocks are coming together well proving that adhering to a strict 1/4 inch seam throughout is worth the effort.

Santa Prayer

Lord you know You’re the reason for this season.

I take pleasure in this season,

but I don’t want to take Your place.

But just reflect Your wondrous grace.

And when they begin to open gifts for

which they have been hoping,

may they give You all the glory for 

You’re the One True Christmas Story.

– author anonymous

The Santa from a long ago ceramics class and the wooden depiction of the Nativity always go hand in hand.  Kevin tooled the oak Nativity at a time that we lived in South Branch.  The well built chicken house was partitioned off and Kevin had a great work shop during his grade school years. This Nativity has become priceless to me.  The hard oak took a lot of patience in sawing and in sanding.  Timeless.  

In my mind’s rambling, I do have many memories.  Those that do not bring a smile, get glossed over quickly.  Bad choices, bad events have no business taking up my time, my energy in today’s real time.  They are over.  They are not being repeated.  I want and need my mind to be open to the wonderful things that happen each day.  There are wonderful things that have come about during less than good times.  I save the best and leave the rest.