It's been ages since I posted.  Goodness, it's been ages since I spun and knitting has been sparse as well.  Time is just so short. There's just never enough time in the day.

This last week, I've been reminded just how short it really is and I sat down at my wheel to spin through my thoughts. 

Last Monday night, the 27th of August, and sweet young online friend of only 16 years and 9 months took his own life.  I had known him for about a year or so, and I'm just devastated.  You always hear people say, "It's just the internet.  It's not real life.", but Chris was very real.  He was a real young man with real fears and hurts and now he has become a real tragedy.  He was so smart and gifted in so many ways, and I am at a loss to understand how he chose this end with such a brilliant future ahead of him.

And so this afternoon, I dusted off my wheel and got out some baby blue wool.  In St. Catharine's, Ontario a mother is crying tonight at the loss of her baby boy that she used to dress in soft baby blue.  I dusted off my wheel and sat in the sunlight of the window and spun at a furious pace, just thinking about Chris and trying to sort out my feelings about his loss.  I spun and spun and spun and the more I felt my grief, the faster I spun.   There is not an inch of that yarn that does not have the love of Chris woven into it.  

I have always felt that spinning was therapeutic, and today I truly used it in that way like never before.  I've got a pound or so of that baby blue wool and I hope that by the time it is a finished skein of yarn that I have worked through my grief.  I filled half a bobbin in just a half hour's time today with a lace weight strand of blue.

Chris' death has taught me much, and he can be credited with getting me off my duff and back on the wheel now too.  Thank you Chris.  You have no idea how much you meant to all of us.   

It's actually a much softer blue than this pic reflects.