My thumb was wounded this holiday season with the amount of knitting I undertook. The good Dr needed to apply "boo-boo medicine" & a bandage nightly for the days around Christmas. I am still in the midst of finishing items on my gift list. One gift I have not finished was the blanket which I wrapped up so many hopes & dreams in last year. Ah last year...you were something weren't you? I began in darkest despair, in deepest depression, in a pain I never believed would be healed. My good Dr has indeed been a blessing - not who or what cured or healed me, but there is no way I would have been receptive to his presence in my Life had I not been on the road to recovery. The project I was knitting as the old transitioned into the new was connected tot he blanket of oranges...but it is only a simple cap, a trifle, nothing of any great significance.It was going to be a little token of friendship, of forgiveness, of Love which has never died. It's still on the needles, should be bound off and gifted by this time tomorrow.
Much like a hat knitted in the round, the shift between years was oddly "seamless." We managed to step into the circle we had sidestepped out of this exact day last year. The universe has the greatest sense of humour, I tell you. And I will also tell you - it will reward it's Faithful children, sigh.
Ah words -- you & I are beginning anew this age old dance which has always been ours to share. I am also gathering the threads of my Life, of my Love and finding the right pattern for their weight, their fibres, their gauge, what they can tolerate, what they will produce of wound together, if k2tog is beautiful I am about to discover what k3tog, yo, and wrap etc will produce. When my new tapestry begins to take solid form I will do everything I can to maintain the structure, to reinforce the foundation.
Last year, at this moment I was certain I had been most Lost, had fallen into some non reality & was trapped there. I shouted out my refusal to belief in the world around me -- I violently rejected reality. I cried until I couldn't breathe, I subsisted on purple kale and water. i refused to go on in that world, in the "life" I was sure was a lie. This year, at this moment, i am reveling in the beauty of reality of Love, or Faith and in the Universe's delivery of dreams fulfilled at long last.
I am exquisitely happy and I am not afraid of losing any of it. Dropped stitches are not lost stitches, this will not fray or unravel. The fibres I am choosing to work with are solid, and sure. Watch this creation become more of a Reality than imaginable.