Last week, there were too many lessons, resulting in too much tiredness. As well as quite a few tears.
There was hesitation followed by decision making:
Acceptance to work a little less.
Acceptance to rest a little more.
Acceptance to listen more attentively to my body.
I spent the start of this week by the fire, unravelling an old jumper knitted by someone other than me.
I spent hour after hour meticulously unpicking, unravelling and re-winding the yarn.
Unravelling the jumper somehow calmed my unravelled spirit, as if with each unpicked stitch I was somehow letting free some little worry that had been imprisoned within the rows until then.
When my labours were done, I was also rewarded with a stash of
new wool, just ready for some new project...
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