3. Crocheting... since I was 6 years old... I love it. My Nonna taught me, in my living room of our tiny house all those years ago... and it's the one thing she and I shared that has lived on. I didn't know her well, like my other hundreds of cousins did, we lived far away... but that one thing stuck. My Mama sees me crochet and sees me hold my hook exactly like her Mother did, and it brings tears to her eyes. My Nonna died with her crocheting in her hand, sitting up. I love how peaceful I feel when I am making something. I love how I can think of her when I am working on a piece. It's the only piece of her I am able to hold on to... and it's a precious gift, and I keep it alive so I can feel just a tiny bit closer to a Grandmother I never really got to know very well... When I am stitching, I can remember bringing my little blankets I was making in grade school to her house when we visited, and how proud she would be, and all the face grabbing and face kissing and looking at my tiny, perfect stitches, and her pride... A couple of times, we would sit and crochet together, on her plastic covered couch. She didn't understand one word I said, and I didn't understand her Sicilian dialect, I spoke Calabrese, but we bonded over yarn... even for a short time... it was precious.
4. Photography... especially creating digital books from the photos. It's a new passion of mine, and I would spend HOURS and HOURS doing it, if time permitted...nuff said...
5. Reading... There is never a day that goes by, that I don't have a book on my bedside table ready to devour a few pages at a time just before nodding off to sleep. It's another passion of mine that goes waaaaay back to when I was a very young girl... My Mother was and is an avid reader, and I know I inherited the passion from her... and I thank her for it every day... when I ask God to bless my Mama and keep her well.
So what are your passions?