Struggle may lead to success. I have been in a tizzy over how to knit a sock--it felt like I was missing a piece of my brain (the shape triangle, the color gray, the texture slug-like). Imagine--0ne ball of yarn, four needles, complete instructions and a willingness to do what's right. All ingredients present--the beginning of a sock absent. This morning at 7:35 I held my hands as never before in my life. Think about that, never in all these years have I held my hands as I did this morning when I started knitting my sock--holding all needles not too strong and not too weak but (apparently) just right. Round and round, the circle of the top of a sock. The piece of my brain had fallen into place somewhere between feeding the cats and finishing the first cup of coffee. I want to stay. I finally caught on and now must leave. I think this is how life goes at the end of learning how to live.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Knitting a Sock
Struggle may lead to success. I have been in a tizzy over how to knit a sock--it felt like I was missing a piece of my brain (the shape triangle, the color gray, the texture slug-like). Imagine--0ne ball of yarn, four needles, complete instructions and a willingness to do what's right. All ingredients present--the beginning of a sock absent. This morning at 7:35 I held my hands as never before in my life. Think about that, never in all these years have I held my hands as I did this morning when I started knitting my sock--holding all needles not too strong and not too weak but (apparently) just right. Round and round, the circle of the top of a sock. The piece of my brain had fallen into place somewhere between feeding the cats and finishing the first cup of coffee. I want to stay. I finally caught on and now must leave. I think this is how life goes at the end of learning how to live.
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