Meaning and Beauty

Thou takest the pen - and the lines dance.
Thou takest the flute - and the notes shimmer.
Thou takest the brush - and the colors sing.
So all things have meaning and beauty
in that space beyond time where Thou art.
How, then, can I hold back anything from Thee?
-Dag Hammerskjold

I've been talking about it for months. Literally. The new massive project. The two whole cones of Zephyr. The wedding gift to end all wedding gifts. I speak, of course, of the chuppah for flitgirl's July wedding.

In my last post I regailed you all with the fascinating swatch saga. You all agreed that this is, indeed, a massive undertaking. Now, July is a little sooner than it seems when one is looking at spending most of the intervening months on the Internal Medicine wards or - for a change of pace - the ICU and CCU. And I must admit that there's a certain amount of intertia in planning a project so large. (Somewhere on the order of 7-8 feet square.) I had to choose the lace patterns. The needle sizes. Swatch. Deal with the emotional trauma when I realized that not all swatches do, in fact, lie. Decide that I had to go down 2 needle sizes from the swatch. But you've already heard all that. Now you probably want to know how it looks. It looks like lace in progress. But not bad progress, huh? Especially considering that it is about 6 feet across. Expect to see a lot of more of this lace-in-progress stuff. There's a ways to go.