Not very long ago this knitter posted a little link that pretty much summed up how she feels, all about balls and juggling and dropping and generally being at odds with the world. The world is still doing its thing, and the knitter is still at odds with it, dropping balls seems to just be part of the juggling act.
I certainly dropped the Spirit ball, not as in faith but as in will to be anything more than just be. I go to work and put forth enough effort, I do just enough housework and teach just about enough school. I balance my checkbook well enough to not pay bank fees. I knit just enough to keep my sanity.
And then today I got home to find a package.
The package contained this note :
Cuddled up to that note was this:
Finally a ball that I don't have to worry about dropping, one I can just love!
Amanda, you made me cry, but in a good way.