(I wrote this before Christmas but didn't get it posted. Bringing it along today.)
Today that is me as I look backward and try to think forward.
Then I read a quote: Live out of your imagination, not out of your past.
Imagination I still have in plentiful supplies.
So even though my "real" view out the front door is a drooping Snoopy Santa whose companion, Charlie Brown, is flat on his face, invisible just beyond the dead mums, I can pretend I see something else. I can pretend I haven't been out there three times already resetting the pair, anchoring them again and again. (This time, they'll be tied to the lamp post.)
Then something mysterious and large comes to my mind as I think how this scarf will be quite a memorable thing as each strand reminds me of something else--a pair of socks, my first hat of hand-spun yarn, my family's favorite crocheted afghan...
This will remind me of them all.
Tidings of comfort and joy to lay across my shoulders. I can surely imagine that!