6/23/16 Notes to Myself: I've had a spinning wheel for many years. It's been in my basement waiting for me to do something with it. I always thought I would, do something with it. Spin again perhaps. Put it in my living room even just to admire it's beauty. I have fond memories of time with my mother taking lessons spinning many years ago. She's now gone. Died when I was 24. Makes sense to me that I might want to hold on to this object that can create beautiful things. Perhaps even participate in a journey spinning more than yarn. This week I sold my spinning wheel. The emotion of sadness rose through my body and heart. But in letting this go I experienced a new story unfolding. And met a woman who is hoping to start a cottage industry knitting sweaters from handspun wool for children. The work will be done by other women who can't travel to work but can knit and spin at home and with each other. One of them even has 2 sheep which will provide some of the wool to be spun. It's a story that warmed my heart and helped me know my decision was well timed. Even divinely led without my realizing. A piece of my history goes with that wheel and will be part of a new "yarn" and story.