Home. Garden. Croft.

Erick likes to scream whenever he’s mad at me, “just because you’re not living the life you imagined at six doesn’t mean you’re worthless!” Funny thing is, I mostly am; except the Croft is a yard, the home is an apartment in the city—but still a home—and Erick has marry me. That’s not so bad, he’s right. We could do a lot worse than that for ourselves, and God willing we won’t.

So, as a young woman in college—which is the time of my life Erick and I met, I changed the “o” in Croft to the “a” in Craft and have been knitting and crocheting ever since. That’s all it took to turn my life around. It’s been an incredible journey! I made new friends and some not-so-much friends and even met a few people who down right despised me for “what I was doing to _______________ (insert name/object/being/place here)!!”

However, my art is my crafts, my crafts are my art, and my relationship with God is personal; which in my opinion is how it should be. And that’s the way it has been for years now, decades even.

When I was younger, I used to dream of leaving something lasting behind—a legacy built on love and understanding; to which people used to scream at me from moving cars and throw drinks or other detritus at me, “add faith!!”

But I don’t feel I need to run through the streets like some kind of crazy person screaming “Jesus saves! Jesus is All! Jesus Heals!” Others are welcome to if they want. But, Jesus and I have a much quieter, simpler relationship and we like it that way.

In my opinion that is the essence and purpose of any spirituality, and that is the Path I walk.

I don’t like Masses. They’re too crowded. Churches are okay, but I would rather be out in God’s Creation. I’m a very personal, private person when it comes to my relationship with Jesus. And so, now that I have proclaimed myself. I will be silent until Sasha or June Bug misbehaves again.