When I feel I am at a cross road, I knit.
I knit to celebrate and I knit to contemplate.
I am lost without the comfort that the needles provide.
I have lost someone who was part of the fabric of my life, and I find myself at home, alone with my thoughts and I've already reached for my needles.
Something big may or may not happy for me over the next few days....I will find out shortly. A monumental change, in a pool of so many other changes ---I reach for my needles again.
Life goes on -----
a new fabric is created and woven into the existing design.
Keep knitting.
