One Stitch at a Time


Slip, Slip, Knit

Purl 2, Knit 1

(C6F, Knit 2) repeat 2x

     Ball of yarn slowly shrinks


The yarn moves silently across the needles

an ancient dance controlled by my hands

my hands controlled by my brain

my brain controlled by the pattern


Slowly, so slowly

the yarn becomes something

  The hands that usually shake are steady

   The mind that usually races is still


The world is quiet,

waiting to see what this creation of mine will me

And I am happy



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