Harikuyo

Harikuyo is a memorial service held in shrines and temples in Japan for the broken sewing needles of the past year.

I think that might be one of the most intriguing traditions I’ve ever heard, and since the day I first read about it I’ve been fascinated. So that’s what this blog will be….a memorial of broken sewing needles, ideas that have not yet come to fruition, plans that have been torn down, questions in process and thoughts that need to be written down in order to start to figure them out.
Nov 24
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Thanks-giving.

I love Thanksgiving. I always have. But this year, more than past years, I’m feeling especially thankful.

We lost Bug, which I am so, so sad about. But having to say goodbye to her has also been a reminder to me that even if you’re 90+ years old, life is still too short, and that you should never wait to do something you want to do, never wait to call someone you love and never wait for, well, anything.

And on Tuesday Gray and I were in a car accident. We’re both totally fine, and lucky to be so, as it could have been so much worse. I was driving straight through an intersection and a car turned left in front of me, and despite slamming on my brakes and swerving we still hit, hard, and my air bags went off. After taking one second to make sure everything on me still moved, I turned off the car and sprinted to the backseat to retrieve my Gray. Oh that sound…I’ve never heard him scream like that. He was, understandably, so scared and pretty freaked out. Luckily, as the paramedics and our follow-up visit with our pediatrician told us, he’s absolutely fine and won’t ever remember the sound or the scare of that crash.

So on this day of thanks, I’m feeling incredibly grateful to be sitting here, and realize more than ever how fragile this little life of ours is. I feel so lucky to have a healthy, happy family, and though I can’t be with everyone I love today, I am giving thanks that they’re all out there.