I don’t often pick up my knitting in the first hour of morning. But when I do, it always speaks to me. After reading and writing a bit, I’m stirred up thinking about all that needs to be done in the day ahead of me. The thought occurs to me: I’ll just knit a row or two before I charge off to the races.
The first several stitches are done in a jerky manner, as if I’ve forgotten how to do this thing called knitting. I split stitches, I wrap the yarn and miss the needle, I drop a stitch. But after the first row, something seems to settle in and my usual flow of in-around-through-and off, becomes rhythmic and I’m reminded that it is just one stitch at a time.
That’s how to live a day…one stitch at a time.