And Good Morning! Happy Autumn Equinox…. I’m feeling such an interesting and unusual energy around the place, it’s a big day for us here in New Zealand… not only is it the full moon and autumn equinox, but also, despite what the date says at the top of this post, it’s March 20, 2011. Have you heard of Ken Ring? The Moon Man who has predicted that today at 9.44am there will be another quake on the Canterbury (Christchurch) fault line? There are a LOT of New Zealanders who think he needs to be put in jail (that’s a quote!) for his predictions and right now the country is watching and waiting to see what happens. While he has angered many, KB read to me that others are grateful to him as his last predictions meant that they were able to prepare, so I’m of no opinion to be honest, but Cantabrians are in my thoughts and my heart right now and this morning when I got up I said a blessing for them for today and as I spoke, tingles ran up and down and up and down so I know the Universe heard! The quakes around the world have created so much fear, and I’m trying to remind myself that they happen all the time in the Pacific Ring of Fire, that they happen all the time in Wellington and just because we are noticing them more doesn’t mean we are in any greater danger than we have been since, forever! I realised the other day that we are living on a little piece of crust that has popped out of the ocean where two tectonic plates meet… New Zealand seems so big from a human perspective, but so small from an earth perspective.
One of my lovely commenters wrote to me the other day about how we are “absorbing the sadness in the Pacific” and I loved that, it is such a perfect way of describing it… I’m absorbing on a daily basis the fear of disaster because even when I manage to get my own fear down to a manageable level, I’m still being affected by everyone else’s, and a lot of the people I’m being affected by are people with less grounding, who thrive on the fear and the sadness, as well as the media, whose purpose is to spread bad news. Because of this, I’m spending as little time as I can out in the real world and as much time as I can at my house, hiding from the rest of the world!
One of the ways I’m dealing with how things are in the world right now, is using my love of craft as a tool to stay present.
After I finished KB’s Pixie Hood (to be revealed soon!) I decided to start on my Noro scarf after finding this pattern in a magazine loaned to me by a friend. I’ve had that ball of Noro sitting in my stash for four months, so I decided it was time for it to transform into its true self! A beautiful, beautiful scarf, and wow, I’m talking beautiful, but I can’t tell you that, I have to show you, here is the beginning….
I love this pattern, just adore it. I’ve made a few mistakes but I just don’t care, which is unusual for me… thanks to the colour and the uneven-ness of the spin, they don’t really show up. As you might see, the first colour change was one of Noro’s signature abrupt changes… last night I wished I had frogged it at the beginning and started with the green but I’m halfway through now, and I think I can live with it!
A few weeks ago I found the Ravelry group Nuts for Noro. I love this group! I love reading the threads and discussions and even though I’m one of those “silent readers” on Ravelry usually, and only comment when I really can’t help myself, I’m fascinated by this group and their love of Noro! I had a realisation that Noro is most definitely a religion in the Knitting world! And slowly but surely, I’m becoming a devotee! Noro is so expensive in New Zealand, it makes you want to cry, so it’s something I usually buy infrequently and after a lot of browsing, and I’ve discovered that I’m much more partial to kureyon than silk garden, and that the kureyon sock yarn rocks my world more than any other yarn in the whole wide world!
As I knit, I’m practicing focus, bringing my thoughts back to where I am right now instead of letting them run away, gleefully grabbing hold of the frightening things that could potentially happen, focusing on the feeling of the yarn in my hands and watching the colours mix. Knitting with Noro is like making art, its slow progress because every few rows I need to take a break to hold it away from me and marvel at its beauty and the perfection of the colour changes. I’m making myself knit slowly (thanks to my sore shoulder which is teaching me to live life at a much slower pace!) and not allowing myself to plan my next five projects as I knit this one, but simply being right here with my creation. And in this way, knitting, for the first time, is becoming a spiritual experience. This scarf has become a place of peace and when I pick it up and insert my needle through the first stitch, becomes a refuge.
One of the things I love about this sock yarn is that as I watch wonder unfold in my knitting, I’m also watching the ball change and transform, which is just as exciting as the knitting.
It’s a new obsession for sure, and I predict many more of these unfolding into my life in the near future!
I hope that this post has not come across as doom and gloom… I know that people will take it in different ways depending on where they are at in life and how they feel about things, and I’d like to state that my intention is that it is an observation of life right now, and it just occurred to me that what I type really is forever here on the web and that in 20 years time I might read this back and think “gosh I was full of shit back then!” or “wow, I remember those times, they were full on!” Life in uncertain, and as my Mum says, “we are only visitors here on this planet.” The uncertainty sounds like a good excuse to eat chocolate for breakfast if ever I heard one…
I’m off to do some knitting!
Lots and lots of love from Alice and Raymond XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
p.s I loved the comments about people’s children loving Raymond! One lovely commenter said that her wee one calls him Pimpernel Pugh! I called him Pimpernel Pugh and he gave me the most filthy look! KB said it was probably because I laughed afterwards and he thought I was laughing at him… I kind of was, but what an awesome name for him… We googled Pimpernel Pugh but no pictures came up… who is this elusive friend of slinky malinky?