Knit me a dream, oh knit me a dream…
These words keep running through my mind like an old vinyl record with a scratch… Well, yeah, I am that old. But the “knit me a dream” thingy goes round and round and I keep thinking how much my life is like a piece of needlework.
You know, there are bright and colorful spots that look really good on the right side and are a total mess on the inside – all tangles, and broken threads, and snags… And then there are the bunched up parts, where I stretched the yarn too much and took too many chances. And the parts where I was relaxed and the knitting is so stretched out that you can literally poke a finger through it, just like a lazy Summer afternoon or a first day after the baby’s birth. Some parts I can redo and some are too messed up too fragile to frog. There are bumps and occasional unexpected holes. Yet all of it meshes together (sometimes imperfectly) and makes a cohesive fabric of my life.
Thank you G-d, for my knitting and my crochet, my inept spinning and reluctant sewing. Thank you G-d, for letting me keep my sanity (also this has been debated) by knitting during the times I am troubled most. Thank you G-d, for my wonderful kids and a chance to participate in the creation of the my universe.