Steve,
my husband, partner, lover, friend and father to my children died
February 8, 2:30am. He died peacefully at home surrounded by family and
friends. Steve and I spent 43 years together. We were committed to
living conscious, principled lives figuring out how to have the best
human experience we could realize.
This week Steve would have been 72.
I have knitted
most of my life enjoying and coming to love the careful interplay of two
knitting needles and some yarn. I could see and feel the inherent ease
and connection that making beautiful loops with two needles could be. I
have loved casting on then making beautiful things from many different
and disparate yarns. Creating a vision then with the right yarn and size
of needle begin to knit, two needles both supporting the structure as
the tips move in and out. | | |
In through the rabbit hole
Round the back of the tree
Up through the rabbit hole
And off goes she. |
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Like my
relationship with Steve it is about finding a rhythm. Getting two
needles working in unison so that when the stitch slips off there isn’t
just a hole. The dreaded slipped stitch.
Since February 8 one of the needles has slipped from my life and I am
learning to be, differently. I thought I would try crocheting for it is
an art with one needle. Crocheting has always been challenging for me.
It has felt like it existed in a completely different paradigm. Based on
interconnected oneness rather than the interplay of two.
So surrounded by what seems like infinite spaciousness I have begun to
practice crochet. I chose some beautiful yarn, a good feeling crochet
hook and I hooked the first chain. It is a whole new language, requiring
a different head space. I am finding a rhythm though as I hook endless
DC(double crochet) stitches in a particular order, 1,2,3; 1,2,3; 1,2,3; a
waltz, with an emerging new self, forever changed and so very much the
same.
Happy Spring
Love Kathleen
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