Everything is Going to Be Alright #2

So, I didn’t really want to repeat myself but it bothered me no end that I could not get the post where this building was featured to show its detail. Thanks to the wonders of photo editing and patient repeat attempts, here it finally is. A blog is kind of a public forum, so I am not going into great detail here. I just want to dedicate this picture and post to the people who are recovering from events, waiting on events, and waiting to hear. Also, to those people who step up and help when it is needed or asked for, in an entirely unselfish and generous way. There has been a lot of that this past week or two. This post could be written as a list of names, really.

In Buddhism it is said that good prevails and evil is vanquished, this is one of the laws of the universe. I have seen that this is manifested over and over in the myriad kindnesses and the small acts of friendship done along the way. It is not dependent on the “grand act” that one might think hearing this stated in its rather old-fashioned way.

These two pictures show the same thing really.

And now, back to knitting.

It is Lovely Indeed

It is lovely indeed, it is lovely indeed.

I, I am the spirit within the earth.

The feet of the earth are my feet;

The legs of the earth are my legs.

The strength of the earth is my strength;

The thoughts of the earth are my thoughts;

The voice of the earth is my voice.

The feather of the earth is my feather;

All that belongs to the earth belongs to me;

All that surrounds the earth surrounds me.

I, I am the sacred works of the earth.

It is lovely indeed, it is lovely indeed.

Song of the Earth Spirit,

Navaho Origin Legend

(More pictures from our Princeton trip last week.)

When it is quiet spinning is a wonderfully meditative thing to do. This is a variety of cotton sliver spun and in the process of being spun. What you see are towels, just in their potential state, not woven yet! The skeins are three-ply organic cotton, spun to about a sport weight yarn. To dye or not to dye? It remains to be seen.
The poem is one from a book I purchased in Canyonlands Park in Utah. It seemed fitting at the time to have something to acknowledge the landscape in some way.
(This is my Cherry Matchless, really a wonderful wheel.)

A Week’s Vacation in a Weekend

Grant said, “You know, we should go to the Princeton Rodeo.”

“Hmm?” I said. What I didn’t realize was that a) he had never been to a rodeo. (I know!) And b) any excuse for a ride on the motorcycle. The weather was predicted to be great, finally and we have some things to do coming up that will keep us off the bike. And, really, we are due for some outdoor time. Circumstances have led to us not hiking as much as we have in the past but that is no excuse for not getting outside.

Princeton and area are really beautiful. To get there we rode through Manning Park and had our morning cookie next to the Beaver Pond in Manning. (Don’t tell the rangers, the area was closed but the things you can do on a very expensive dirt bike. We sat on a log and munched a cookie in the sun. Still lots of snow in the pass, and we wore long underwear and were grateful for it.)

Our friends let us stay in their cabin, which is where we have snowshoed in when the snow is high. This time, we rode the bike almost to the top of the hill. Not bad. And this is why I called it the expensive dirt bike. Somewhere a VTX  motorcycle designer is rolling around in shock. We were careful!


I am still kind of amazed that Grant has not been to a rodeo. Going to Princeton really brought back memories for me, of going to the rodeo and also the fall fair up north. It is kind of interesting to attend a rodeo as an adult. There is a lot of skill, and a lot of interesting competition. (I am not sure how I feel about the animal’s situation either, and that’s a loaded topic.) Seeing these guys fall off in the various events just sets off a sympathetic twinge, that’s all I am saying.


On our ride home we pulled over to get a picture of this guy. I have to say, one can feel just a bit more vulnerable on a bike. This guy stopped eating and turned to inspect us. See his nose is a bit wrinkled? That is us he is trying to figure out. I was madly taking pictures while Grant was getting ready to ride us away. All these years hiking, all the wonderful and safe encounters with bears we have had, it would be very, very embarrassing to be taken out by a curious bear on the side of the highway. Still. What a great privilege to see him for a few minutes.


We pack a lot into a short period of time. The evening ride to Coalmont, sitting out on the deck at our friend’s cabin and seeing, and hearing, all the birds, scaring up deer, and oh, yeah, seeing the mother black bear and twin cubs. (No pictures, but imagine the cubs, they are at the round stage. Round butts, round heads, round ears, and big round eyes as they tried to figure out what we were.) It’s at least a week’s vacation crammed into a weekend.

I still knit and spin and weave, and in fact, have been going through a particularly creative phase. These are a couple of scarves woven entirely from hand spun. There are some sources I have read that say using hand spun for the warp can be problematic. These were fine. I spun the warp worsted, fairly tight and maybe it is a property of the rigid heddle loom that it doesn’t put as much strain on the warp, I am too new a weaver to know. All I know is that the weft, a lumpy combination of cashmere, angora and merino fibre, came together really nicely. What on earth am I going to do with all of these scarves?






Everything Is Going to be Alright

The sidewalks were really slick this morning at Granville Island. I was trying to get from the roadway onto the walking area and skidded off a painted curb, “ass over teakettle”, went down on both knees and hands. It hurt. What went through my mind was the usual reel of impressions, shock, embarrassment about losing it in public, fear I had hurt something. I looked around as I cursed under my breath and got to my feet, and saw the guy in the truck next to me, studiously looking away after seeing me fall. There was a sharp stab of self-pity “You jerk, you could at least ask if I was OK!”, though I clearly was OK, just a bit shaken. I checked out my skinned knees, not too bad, collected myself and headed for a latte and a cheese bagel to soothe my poor old self.

I left Maiwa, having looked at all the beautiful colours and handled a few yarns and came around the corner. In front of me were two women, a bit older than me, one on the ground, having fallen just as I came by. A fellow was attempting to help her up but was having some difficulty and needed another set of hands. A millisecond, maybe less, just a very brief impression, “I don’t want to see this” flashed in my mind.  Then the fellow and I  helped her get to her feet, we chatted, the woman was OK, just a bit shaken. I guess it is hard to see other people’s hurt, whatever the hurt, sometimes. It’s important to look clearly though. And to forgive that first selfish not wanting to see it.

This photo came from Grant off his phone. All my efforts to enlarge it so the top edge of the building can be seen are completely fruitless. Too bad. Across the top of the red brick building there are printed the words Everything is Going to be Alright, imbedded in the brickwork. Grant saw this on one of his walks around the neighbourhood where he works. He often stops in at Sun Yet Sen Gardens for a break from the chaos. The letters are done in a lighter brick and must be ten feet high. I wonder what the story is there? Who would add that, and what were the bricklayers thinking when they did it? How wonderful! (I suspect a magnifying glass is needed to see it on the computer screen. Rest assured, the words are there.)

On the knitting front this little shawl is just finished. It is more of a scarf actually. The pattern is Maluka a free pattern on ravelry. This will be nice for a tee-shirt and jeans. Maybe for wearing on the motorcycle or maybe it will be a gift, we shall see.