I’ve made a mistake in my knitting. It’s not a significant mistake. And honestly, if you didn’t know the pattern, then you probably wouldn’t notice it. Which, I think, is probably the case for almost every single piece I’ve ever knitted. There’s a mistake in every garment. This used to frustrate me terribly. I would rip the rows back down to the place where the mistake was made, fix it, and then promptly make another. Perfection remained elusive. Which is what perfection does, I guess. I once knitted a beautiful poncho in a petrol blue shade of dk yarn. It was a *massive* project. Many many hours were poured into…

You know that feeling you get when you stand at the beach and look out at the ocean? A vast body of water and a far-distant line dividing sea from sky… an expanse of surface with waves rising and falling and breaking… constantly, constantly. And as you stand there at the place where the ocean bows to kiss the sandy shoreline, you touch upon the infinite. Awe-struck. And humble. And whole. As one would expect to be when met by the mystery.   I once had a dream in which I (very matter-of-factly) told a woman that if I lived away from the sea, I would die. The dramatic nature of my…

Today has been a gentle day of quiet rest upon the sofa, with my knitting in hand. Stitch by stitch. Row by row… And yes, feeling really inward-turned. Seeking the still-point within and coming home to that place again and again and again. For it is here, I believe, that we meet ourselves with honesty and with great compassion. Where we ask ourselves what it is that we need, what it is that we desire. And where we can answer truthfully – without shame, without embarrassment, without guile. The ask… What do you need, my lovely? What do you desire? The answer… Rest. And quiet. And the rhythmic click of yarn…

This is one of those moments when, on the way home from visiting your brother, and it’s after midnight, and the bus isn’t due for another 5 minutes, you realise that you haven’t written or shared your blog post for the day. And if you are going to keep to your 365 challenge, and show up every day on your blog, then you’re not going to be able to sleep until you’ve posted something… anything…. And as the liminal moment when the veil between days gently stirs with the promise of tomorrow, I find myself strangely energised. Almost as if this… this… this is the moment when we can just…