recently someone i think is rad sent me an email. part of the text was:

I can’t figure out how an entire year could have gone by, and yet so little changed.

it made me stop and think about just what has happened in the past year. how would i describe it?

what follows, is my response in part:
ok, i’ve been thinking about this statement. and it inspired me to make a list of things that have happened to me in the past year, which in turn, made me realize that this has been a year of location change, but mainly a year of beautiful small changes, the highlights: learning to make salsa, teaching people new knitting stitches, laughing til i cried more times than vice versa, falling in love with countless strangers on the subways and sidewalks, trying to take flight off a sand dune on the southeast english coast using the wind and a coat, taking kids to the zoo, feeling my heart feel like it was going to burst with love as my friends children blow me kisses, learning to wear red lipstick, drinking cups of tea on a canalboat on the river, giving ridiculous on-air radio interviews about punk rock and knitting, dancing in my livingroom til daybreak, walking on the banks of the thames alone…

and that kind of sums up my life at the moment, i think.

reveling in the quiet smallness, and how out of it can become joy.*

which is in the spirit of this whole kooky thing called craftivism, taking pleasure in the tiny things that when looked back upon make a whole wealth of goodness.

*sometimes i get worried that i am becoming a hippie. i wonder if i can counteract this by turning up my old minor threat albums til the walls shake?