Right now I am reading “No Ordinary Time” by Jan Phillips. Well, to be truthful I am not so much reading … as practicing this book. There are ideas, concepts, constructs, words, sentences, musings on every single page that I want to commit to memory, imbue into my cellular structure. This, found on page 195, speaks so intimately to my sense of “At Loose Ends” that I must share it…
Your words and thoughts
are your yarn and knitting needles.
Your life is the afghan, the mittens, the scarf.
If you work with wool and cotton threads
You will never end up with a cashmere sweater.
At first glance our socially constructed dichotomies will cause us to judge wool and cotton threads as “less than” cashmere.
But stop and think for a minute…
Do we all need, want, struggle to attain, desire, feel comfortable in and with a cashmere sweater?
Mostly I like to wrap myself in an over sized wool sweater while I snuggle into the sofa with a good book and a canine companion.
I still have an old red, acrylic sweater that I rescued from the closet of my mother after her death. For years I fondled the hankie left in one of the pockets and was comforted by the scent of Noxema. It quite literally WAS my mother in those letting go times. Now the scent is gone, but still the sweater is pulled from the closet to be worn when I need to let go of feeling like a “motherless child” and yet still feel childlike and cared for and safe.
My mother and I were/are both knitters. Wool is my choice; acrylic hers. We are so different, so alike…a knitted sweater so familiar an object as to be taken for granted (like a mother perhaps) until it becomes necessary. How wonderful to have these lines to bring to recall so much. To feed my soul with the ordinary, the mundane, the trivial…that makes up so much of a rich, full life.
And so this short five lines gives me material to meditate on for years…