while it might be the year of the dragon, i’ve got a feeling my power symbol of the year is going to be the egg. they’re showing up everywhere this week, and since i tend to attribute a certain weight to small coincidences, i’m paying attention. whatever it means, i think it’s good news. i got a surprise package in the mail, from a sweet reader of this blog. super-stellar-surprise awesomeness… she sent me garlic from her garden so i can plant it in mine (!) and… a felted egg, made of wool from a local farm in vermont. i just love it.
this darning egg turned up at an estate sale the other day. (along with that great wire basket!) i’ve been looking for a wooden darning egg for awhile and am happy to have found one which has seen good use and is infused with a good dose of grandma ju-ju. long live my favorite socks!
i’ve been reading this book, too, about my own eggs, because thirty-five is looming and these realities must be pondered… what i have hatched, am hatching, will hatch in this life. also, the things i just might not. lately, i’ve been feeling like going inside of my own shell, and being still and incubating, gathering up some rest and strength, so that i can hatch a bigger me. we all have times like these, i think. around here, i call it winter. how do you like to incubate your ownself? how do you know when it’s time to push on out?