Laura A. saw that Give A Little was very close to the $100,000 mark and she donated the $4000 needed. What a wonderful gift! We are giving prizes away and will have a big drawing on November 1st (see yesterday's post). Thank you to everyone who has made this a successful project. If you see that you have won and haven't been notified, please email firstname.lastname@example.org. La thought it might be a good idea for us all (right La...ALL of us?) to dance in the moonlight nakid if we hit $100,000. Anyone game?
Are you sick of hearing about THE process?
Yesterday in my post I said that stockinette was a nice way to find solace and 'zone out'. This isn't really the way I feel about my knitting, even the easy knits. Knitting completely entertains me and, as you have heard before, the process of wrapping the yarn around the needle and watching the item grow and take shape is what makes knitting so enjoyable.
Birdsong recommended a book by Gary Thorp to me, and while checking on the book I found he had also written one called Sweeping Changes. Since I working on my declutter project the title spoke to me and I ordered it. The second chapter has been hard to get past. It explains the simple act of sweeping with a broom, but the statements could easily be made in reference to knitting.
Repetitive motions (such as knitting) can be a good way to bring yourself back to yourself. Think about your knitting without past, future, stricture or aim. Just move the yarn and the needles. The goal (if there is one) is to 'develope attentiveness rather than mere intention'. Do you knit while being aware of the world around you? "Relaxing inside yourself, you then allow more things to enter your life." This line truly reflects the way knitting affects me.
Think about the needles in your hands and the yarn wrapped around your fingers. Be alive as you become one with your knitting. Become united with the action and let it contain 'grace, purpose and ease of motion' as you work your timeless craft. The act of knitting can anchor us in time and space and at the same time unite us with all the people, the women, of the past who have sat to knit and created with their hands and minds.
Yesterday, just before dawn, I walked out my back door and saw the full moon hanging low in the sky. Just over its shoulder was Mars, red and large. My eyes swept the sky searching for something else familiar and I was surprised by Orion , the winter hunter who watches over me when I walk after dark. Now I know winter is coming soon. Time to ratchet up 'the process'.