Working right now on a scarf pattern that is knit in length wise rows. Cast on (start with) 810 stitches. To put this into perspective most scarves I've worked on start with 24 stitches or less. It's a challenging little mental battle. I knit my poor little fingers to the bone all night long and in the end I'm on row 3. 3! The axis turned and my progress seems so small in the grand scheme of the project.
Patience is not an inherent virtue that I possess.
Reminds me of the prayer beads I've worked through in tougher times. 108 beads in all. Deliberate knots massaged through fingers. Prayers breathed into the smooth and soothing spaces between. Body packaged in stillness until the practice is completed. Moments the mind races forth, unbridled..."Are we there yet?" And when that evening's practice is completed maybe a tiny space of peace, hope or relief is revealed. But in truth, it's the cumulative efforts that weave forth the cloak of gratitude, shawl of peace or blanket of contentment I'm so desperately trying to see take shape in each the individual prayer.
Every little stitch and reverent prayer in the moment of creation is unique.
And surrendered to the beauty of the whole.
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