Weekly Love #2

A week of gratitudes, one per day



Spending the weekend outside with Heath with plenty of time and space to just be was the highlight of Saturday.  There were a thousand things I was grateful for out there: sleeping on the ground, sitting by a fire, sinking into a book, watching waves break, going barefoot, luxuriating in the sun, having time to just be together.



I drank tea on the beach, lounging against some driftwood, writing in my journal and savoring small bites of dark chocolate, there again was that expansiveness and just settling down with myself and not trying to get anywhere.


I really enjoyed writing this post, and was grateful to have this space to come to and to write.  A space to reflect in and a space to share and be heard, it’s kind of an amazing thing.


I sat at a picnic table in the sun with some of the girls from the Secret Sweater Society, our high school knitting club and delighted in their easy joyfulness.

Knit in Public Day

Knit in Public Day

They were in a pretty peppy mood and I felt grateful to be a part of it:

KIP Week


I was overtired and lacking ambition to go for a hike after work so I wandered down to The Net Loft, our local yarn store, and there were friends there spinning and wanting to teach me to spin as well.  So I took some time to give the drop spindle a try, and turns out I found myself playing with it again last night.  I’m grateful to have a gathering place for creativity and exploration in our little town and for the opportunity to learn something new, to be a beginner and maybe even to have another activity to love.

Drop Spindle

Drop Spindle


I got to try out my new Instant Camera and it is SO FUN!  I have not mastered the 4 simple settings but it’s such a neat feeling to see photos printed out instantly.  In our digital world it’s nice to hold a photo and slap it up on the fridge.  Here’s one of my favorites from last night:



So that brings us to today:

I’m grateful for sleeping in, moving slow, eating breakfast at a friend’s house and feeling the weight of a contented baby in my arms.  Grateful to walk amongst the salmon berry blossoms and half heartedly harvest spruce tips and try to identify the flora that’s bursting along the gravel roads.  Grateful to have time to write this post and grateful for the miracle of air travel, transporting my mom 4500 miles across the continent at this very moment.  Grateful that it really is Summer and the young green leaves are bright and everything is growing as if it’s unstoppable.

If you want to join in this exercise of gratitude and pause, please do! Instructions are right here.

5 thoughts on “Weekly Love #2

  1. This is so wonderful Shelly. When my children were little we had a thankful book and I loved seeing the things they wrote each day. This is such a nice reminder to watch and keep on the lookout for those ordinary yet simple special aspects of life and how thankful we are when we pause to reflect. Your blog is a pleasant reminder and an encouragement to continue to recognize and acknowledge how much we have to be grateful for. It changes one’s heart. Thank you.

  2. Hello,
    I just wanted to let you know that I have nominated your blog for the WordPress Family Award. I think your blog and your pictures are very inspiring, so many thanks for sharing!

  3. Wow Shelly, these captures of your week open a complete different world for me. All the nature you are surrounded by, the knitting club and the outdoor activities are very different to what I have in my life- and I am always so excited to read how life is at this part of the world. Thany you for sharing these lovely moments with us!

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