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Back in January, I began a ball of yarn comprised of little bits of yarn that were cut from various projects after weaving in ends. The ball had been slowly growing, and included yarns of various lengths, widths, fibers, etc…
One night recently, I wanted to knit something mindfully. Meaning, I wanted to be with the yarn, and the needles, and not have to count stitches or remember a stitch pattern, but rather just to feel each stitch as it was being created and just *be* with the knitting. So, I thought of this ball of yarn.
I had a pair of US 9's (5.5 mm) in my hands from a swatch I had just completed, and was in the process of putting them away to get out another size needle, of which size I didn't yet know, to knit the ball of scrap yarns with. It dawned on me that the needles I had in my hands were good enough. That I didn't need to go search for something other than what I already had in order to make anything *better*.
This scarf is entirely random, and I try to keep aware of when I might be trying to put my will into it in any way. Choosing a different size needle would have been just that. So I accepted the 9's and began knitting.
I didn't count the stitches, I just cast on until I felt the urge to stop. Then the knitting continued... row after row of knitting, working with the knots and frayed ends gently as to be sure they did not break appart. There were moments when I got the urge to count the stitches, but why? I didn't really need to know how many there are on there. So, I let that urge to count just be there, without giving into it, and soon it disolved into a repetitive "one, one, one, one, one". I couldn't stop knitting. I was in a trance with the scarf and felt completely at peace. Then the yarn stopped, I put it down and had a great night's sleep.
I'm now inspired to knit and knit and knit... so I have more little bits of yarn to tie into another ball of yarn so someday this scarf may continue.
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