This morning, I felt flat, deflated but didn’t know why, couldn’t figure it out. So, just after 7am, I put the dryrobe on, over the top of everything, including a bag over my shoulder with my knitting in, to just walk. I headed towards the damp, defrosting, dripping, waterlogged world in the woods. As I walked, I slowly knitted, because it’s a simple pattern but still, I connected with little. I neither wanted to walk, nor knit but to stand still would be worse. There was so much water everywhere, coming through the small gulleys and streams to make large quantities of water swirling and surging and falling at great speed and I saw the tiny tree sapling hanging on by a rock, and the huge tree trunks covered in rich deep green moss. But still, I felt little.
Until, on exiting the wood near Forge Dam, I heard a whooshing noise like the sound of wheels going around and around. Upon looking up, I saw two herons, flying side by side, their four great wings making the eerie beautiful sound of great creatures in flight. And there it was, the true moment that I felt alive, connected, grateful.
Temporary. Fleeting.
all large shetland motifs in the jumper were started, test knitted and charted in the Stash Buster Neck warmer pattern.
tracey doxey 