I believe I'm patient. As a knitter of my caliber, I have to be. This last year I have been living by intution and instinct. Things have fallen into place over and over, bringing me to foreign climes such as Indiana. Now that I"ve been here for a few months and have a source of income, I am waiting for the harvest.
I hope I planted a wonderful garden, that I sowed laughter in the people I met, love with my family and friends and abundance by my generosity. I'm sure I threw down a cabbage seed when I meant a radish. But all in all, I think I have grown something that will feed me with fruit to spare. I sure hope so.