We walk unseen among you. We possess both “Y” chromosomes and knitting needles. We’re equally at home in a yarn shop and a gentleman’s club. When admiring exceptional décolletage, we may find ourselves distracted by the softness of a mohair sweater as it clings to the complex curves of your bust. If we ask to touch that delicate fabric, rest assured we do want to experience the fabric. But that probably isn’t all we want to touch. We are men. We love women. And we knit.
Monday, December 27, 2010
We are just getting acquainted, you and I. And I fear that you know me far better than I know you. Perhaps you disagree.
Even so, there are a few words I would say. Wishes for you that I might share. It is presumptive, I know. But since it is the holiday season, perhaps you’ll indulge me.
May you know that you are cherished.
May you learn to see the beauty in the world that surrounds you.
May you find joy in stillness.
May your eyes remain open to wonder.
May you always remember the warmth of a loving embrace.