Wool Goddess

Here we are, July. June passed in the blink of an eye. Summer Equinox has passed. The halfway mark of another year spun from chaos and calm, golden friendship threads and tangled yarn. Six months in, six months still to stitch.

I’ve always thought of “J” months as a gentle pause, a moment to look around and whisper thank you. The sun hangs a little longer in the sky, the days stretch softly into evenings that smell like warm air and brewing thunderstorms.

The J months are about quiet gratitude.

Six months ago, I was clutching plans, resolutions, planting seeds both physically and metaphorically, in my stash there was more yarn than strictly necessary (who are we kidding, it’s never too much). Some things came to life. Others unravelled slowly and some has been put to one side for another year as it is not bringing me joy to continue it. That’s the nature of any handmade life; it’s never perfect, but it’s always personal.

I’m grateful for the progress I didn’t notice until I stopped.

For the projects I actually finished, and even the ones I didn’t.

For the community I’ve built online and off; each like, comment, message, or kind word a tiny hug.

For the gentle strength that’s grown beneath the surface, like roots reaching deep while I thought I was standing still.

June reminded me that life doesn’t have to be reinvented, it just has to be honoured. I’ve learned to move with the rhythm of my energy, not fight it. To celebrate slow days. To rest without guilt. To create for joy, not for likes.

And now, the next six months stretch ahead like a blank canvas, full of promise.

What stories will I tell about the next six months?

What colours will I choose?

What pieces of my truth will I finally be brave enough to stitch into the world?

Whatever is ahead, I trust it. I welcome it. I’ll meet it with red lipstick, stubborn joy, and the same sacred chaos that’s carried me this far.

So here’s to Beautiful End of June; our midway muse.

To the life we’ve lived and the life still waiting.

To what was, what is, and all that’s yet to come.

The first week of this month I have felt so very blessed. What a beautiful week it’s been. Filled with love, laughter, and the kind of hugs that warm you from the inside out.

This week, I walked home after celebrating a dear friend’s birthday, a mug of tea waiting, and my crochet calling. I felt utterly blessed, content, and deeply happy.

So much so, I kicked off my shoes to feel the earth beneath my feet.

Just me, barefoot and beaming, like a teenager on a summer night, but this time, not stumbling home from town or doing the “walk of shame” with the milkman as my witness…

No.

This was the walk of a woman who is high on life.

In love with herself.

Grateful for her path, her people, and every stitch of her little life.

Thank you for being a part of it 

Love & healing hugs