Simple Living | Made By Hand
I unwind a length of chunky wool yarn, tie a loop and slip it over a knitting needle, thread the working yarn around my fingers, and begin casting on. Twenty-four stitches. Join, then, for working in the round. I begin to knit. It’s an analogue motion, like the ticking of a clock. In, over, through, off. With yarn spun from wool grown by sheep who graze the hills; with needles made of wood sanded smooth as glass. All natural if ever there was.
In, over, through, off. For a sacred space of time, the world and its clamoring screens and digital noise is silenced. Every opinion, every argument, every triumph, every must-have-must-do-must-be is quietly shut away. I hold simplicity in my hands, and in a restorative weaving motion, something is created that didn’t exist before. Beneath my hands, stitch by stitch, it becomes. And the rhythm restores my soul.
At the end of a stormy, unsettling, unexpected year, this is what I crave. Analogue. Tangible. Meditative. Restorative. Hand work. In, over, through, off. Simply for the doing of it. For the balance of it. For the being of it.
