Each time I make a stitch my hands do it seemingly on their own - it's a repetitive, hypnotic dance they know quite well.
Come this July I will have been knitting only (only?) seven years - and in that time I have worked a countless number of stitches. And whether I am - or my hands are - aware of it, I have come to see it like this: Every stitch is like a tiny meditative prayer - a single instant of my life given physical form by my hands. I could have spent all those instants doing something - anything - else. But instead I chose to put them into making a Something.And oh, the Somethings I have made in those past seven years! Somethings without number, for the loveliest people! It makes my heart glad just to think of it.
It goes on - more Somethings, soon!