Like reuniting with old friends--
hearts dance with revelry.
Like hearing a favorite childhood song--
emotions drown words.
Like flipping through an old photo album--
breaths draw in deeply.
Like chatting about memories past--
words spill like chirps of songbirds.
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Unraveling and winding a skein of yarn;
Casting on stitches on a circular needle;
Knitting and purling in pattern and repetition;
I reacquainted with this hobby so very special.
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It's in the feel of the fiber and gauge of the yarn;
It's in the process of the growing pieces I see.
It's in the neat rows and rows of perfect stitches,
That does it for someone with OCD like me.
It's been almost two years since I've knitted something. Before I stopped cold turkey, I knitted continuously for a decade. It was a hobby bordering on obsession. At one point the yarn got expensive, and I picked up a free hobby--writing. To me, it's a zero-sum world, so since I'm an all-or-nothing kind of person, I started writing. But I have a stash of leftover yarn in my closet, and every time I see them--or the wooden needles I have--my heart skips a beat. This weekend, I picked up a skein of yarn that I've had for over a decade and decided to make something with it. It was fascinating how much I had forgotten in just two years, yet how much I remembered just by touching the needles and yarn again.
What I need to do now is find some sort of balance and be able to love both knitting and writing, which, in fact, is kind of a ridiculous thought since I now have a new option for work--as in making some real money. But just look at those rows and rows of neat, perfect stitching! How can any-
What a joy it is to touch the smooth wooden needles, to run the woolen fibers through my fingers, and weave them into a piece of fabric for wear or use once again!
Looks like the damn just broke.