I know why she knitted
She was waiting,
Filling the empty spaces between being together
Needing something for her hands to do.
Something for her mind to concentrate on.
Something for the space between.
Some people knit,
Some play video games
Some have pets
Some have kids
Some get lonely (or maybe all get lonely)
And some go out to the barn to water the cows and feed the chickens
To fill the space in between
This is a practice, to Love in the space, to Love until
there is nothing in-between
to Love until we realize the space
was nothing and we are Love
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I'm Sarah--mother of two daughters, 10 and 8, born in Oregon, raised in Eastern Washington, played basketball and learned a little Japanese language at the University of San Francisco, volunteered as a youth minister in Adderbury, England, farmed on Lopez Island (where I met my husband from Nebraska), farmed some more in central Ohio for Dominican Sisters, graduated from OSU's college of food, ag and environmental sciences and moved to Michigan. I bake sourdough bread and pizza, like to run into neighbors outside on a regular basis, only knit if the weather is cold, and love the feel of my heart beat and the burn of my lungs after paddle boarding in a lake or working outside, especially after turning the compost pile. My husband is a researcher and instructor at a state university, and we often dream about sailing with friends. Maybe I'll start making Christmas presents early this year, but probably not.
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Beautiful, Sarah. Isn’t this all of us?HH
Thank you, Linda. Yes, I think so. I was thinking of my Great Grandma, Griselda, when I wrote it. Although she crocheted more than knitted.