I once had a spell of serious depression. I stared at the wall all day and for a few months lost any sense of what being a connected human being was. From being a vibrant young woman with multiple passions ....Nothing interested me. My poor mother could barely get me to eat let alone get interested in anything.
The first thing she managed to get me to do was go to a place they sold wool. She knew how much I loved sensual colours. She brought over a few balls and I slowly agreed that maybe I'd knit again.
One stitch at a time I started eating again.One row completed and I smiled. As the purls came out of my hands they slid down my cheeks. Every day I knitted, and with that rhythm and breath I came back into my being. As the piece grew in size so my heart opened up again. It had 100 bobbles in the pattern, each one a pearl of wisdom, each cable filled me with accomplishment.
It's probably the greatest gift she has given me, the practical certainty that I can get through tough times.
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Eve. L.
Eve. L.
A beautiful scarf for a beautiful lady made by a stunning young woman. Believe in yourself Dee, you are loved.
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