Well dear readers, you know I like to keep it real here and the reality is that I’m more than a bit depleted. The process of rectifying The Series of Unfortunate Decisions that led us to this Belligerent Monkey of a house is a downright exhausting timesuck…the equivalent of shoveling yourself out of a big pile of you-know-what that seems to just be getting bigger. Yet you must continue shoveling if you really want to get out right?
Of course, even though the shoveling must be done, that doesn’t mean you don’t reach a breaking point. And that is the cliff’s edge I’ve been teetering over the last few weeks in particular. So when I found myself struggling just to get basic life tasks completed, much less get posts published, I had to stop and recognize that I needed a breather.
Which brings me to knitting. Yes, knitting. For me, it has a zen-ness to it that is calming and clarifying but I’ve lost sight of it’s therapeutic value in the last few months, leaving my trusty gear gathering dust instead of helping me remain Happy-Go-Lucky Val. What makes knitting so groovy, aside from making neat hats and what-not of course, is that it’s a simple metaphor for life and it’s quite appropriate at this time in mine.
Slowly working stitch-by-stitch, you’re creating…building. It takes energy and focus but little-by-little it takes larger form. Like knitting, our lives are our creations and sometimes you have to back up to fix a fatal flaw. Or sometimes for all of your well-intentioned efforts, you make something that just doesn’t fit. Or sometimes you have to abandon or suspend a project…leave your mittens unfinished because you now need or want a sweater more. It’s a beautifully imperfect process and when you find that mental state where you understand and accept that, it’s all good.
So in the course of breaking out my knitting supplies, I rediscovered this glorious, tactilely blissful yarn I bought back in May in Jeffersonville. For five months this wonderful yarn has lain in wait for attention, it’s potential for easing my spirit untapped. Not only is the yarn a reminder of wonderful travels, it’s a small but necessary solace in a chaotic time.
And so I leave you with this…
All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on. -Havelock Ellis
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