I just finished my first knitted afghan in colors of spring grasses and sunflowers, mist, and rain and night, cascading colors one into the next. I love it! It is a gift for someone special and soon I’ll send it on its way. But just for this morning I’m wrapped in it, trying it out, putting more love into it.
As I sit cocooned in the softness of this afghan, I think of lullabies and song writers and poets who use words to wrap us round about with images of warmth and love. Like cozy afghans and baby blankets that we can feel and touch and smell, all of our senses are soothed and caressed by words and melodies. The deep touch of images changes us. Words and colors, music and wind, mist, sunshine and snow, pets and loved ones, growing things, houses, roads; all are elements that are tactile and available to us. Each whisper their own unique and their own universal message: that love is always reaching out for us. That love wants to wrap round us. Love wants to turn us on and warm us up. Love wants to bring us comfort and healing. Love is a forever smile. Love is here…and here….and here!
© 2016 pab
As I sit cocooned in the softness of this afghan, I think of lullabies and song writers and poets who use words to wrap us round about with images of warmth and love. Like cozy afghans and baby blankets that we can feel and touch and smell, all of our senses are soothed and caressed by words and melodies. The deep touch of images changes us. Words and colors, music and wind, mist, sunshine and snow, pets and loved ones, growing things, houses, roads; all are elements that are tactile and available to us. Each whisper their own unique and their own universal message: that love is always reaching out for us. That love wants to wrap round us. Love wants to turn us on and warm us up. Love wants to bring us comfort and healing. Love is a forever smile. Love is here…and here….and here!
© 2016 pab
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