When I was a girl growing up in India, I was taught to sew buttons, the basics of a loom, spool knitting, and to generally love and appreciate tapestries, silks, embroidery, upholstery and weaves of all kinds. My mother, a lover of textures and fabrics, educated me about the variety of textiles across India, the different dyes and techniques used in dazzling color combinations for the 6 yard fabric length of a sari, instilling a life-long love.
Today, an entire cabinet is filled with needles and yarn, all untouched for at least 2 years. As my meditation practice has taken root, other practices, such as taking a bag of knitting to my professional meetings have receded. But I dusted off my needles on April 19th, as we inaugurated the Thursday knitting group inspired by Jane Murphy and in keeping with our Spirit in Practice theme for the month of April of Creativity; but I also did it in consideration of our theme for next month – life practices, in particular, an examination of the values I bring to my time of knitting. Can I be patient? Can I love what I create as much as I admire other’s creations? Why am I angry or disappointed? And most importantly for me, why did I not continue with a practice that would have been so celebrated in my family when I was growing up? Perhaps this practice is not for me, since I seem to have spent so many years not engaging in it?