Fourth light of advent

The fourth light of advent
It is the light of man
The light of love, the light of truth
To give and understand

summer

third light of advent

The third light of advent
It is the light of beasts
The light of truth that we can see
In greatest and in least.

around the house

knitted brown things and other happenings

Am I the last person on the planet to knit the famous Clapotis? It's deservedly popular as the finished garment is delightfully airy and delicate yet warm, but my it's a tedious knit. Knit on and on. Then give yourself a nervous breakdown dropping many many stitches on purpose. That bit felt really very wrong.

Anyway the brown clap should be on the other side of the world by now, hopefully wrapped around a pair of shoulders in a loving embrace. Well, something like that. I hope she likes it.

With the leftover yarn, I knitted myself a teeny little brown thing.



A Cladonia. It's very small and rather elegant and was a lot of fun to knit. I see a few more of these in my future, although maybe a little larger for more wrappage.

Then I managed to sneak in a brief 24 hours of craft camp.



Do not be beguiled by the apparent serenity this photo implies. This room was a hive of industry from early morn to late at night. (Also, laughter, wine, chocolate, cheese etc).

And then I pointed the car back in the direction of Melbourne for the biggest lad's Year 12 Students & Parents Graduation Dinner.

These young people are a very special and tightly bonded bunch, and this was the very last time they would all be together as a unit. They entered the school hall (to tears and applause from the parents and teachers and a didgeridoo accompaniment) looking so grown up, each nonchalantly clutching their glass of champagne and walking tall, the girls in long glamorous dresses and Up-dos, the boys in their suits.



When the teachers and parents surprised them at the end of the dinner and speeches with a song (Stand by Me), they spontaneously rose and put their arms around each other. It was at that point that I dissolved in floods of tears. (This is the group who, on their final day of school last month, presented the school with a film they'd made, featuring among other things a Gangnam Style parody, tributes to teachers and a rat-infested couch, and a magnificent finale in which one of the boys flew his remote controlled aeroplane fitted with a video camera, high up over the school oval on which the class had arranged themselves to form the words THANK YOU. See? Special. And technologically innovative).

Next week they get their final exam results and move onto the next chapter.

I'm a bit wrung out.

Second Sunday of Advent

The second light of advent
It is the light of plants.
Plants reach up to the sun
And in the breezes dance.

First light of Advent

The first light of Advent,
It is the light of stones.
Stones that live in crystals,
Seashells and bones.