I’ve touched on this earlier, maybe a month ago. Today, it is more real to me than ever. Things are troubled in the household, for many reasons. Hanging on to serenity is difficult, if not impossible. Tempers flare. Tensions build. In the midst of it all, it seems silly to sit and untangle a skein of yarn, wind a ball, and then make a few glass cozies and coasters.
Silly? I know that’s not true because just the winding of the cotton yarn, looking at the colors, knowing what I planned to do with it, all of this took away some tension immediately. When I finally managed to begin the coasters and cozies, I was looking forward to the routine of the stitches. I’ve seen or heard it called the “rhythm of the stitches.” Like the click-clack of train wheels on track, or the ticking of a clock, the sameness soothes.
I wasn’t at it long. I didn’t have time for that. But even the brief half hour I allowed myself did wonders for my soul and my sanity. I shouldn’t say I “allowed” myself that time. What I did was “treat” myself to that time. When I was finished, I felt good again.
Thank you, Lord, for this simple way to relieve the day’s pressures.
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