A Little Healing Magic

It was a whirlwind trip 4hours northwest of my house for the services for my aunt — we drove up on Thursday after school & work and headed back Friday afternoon so my husband could be back to work today. I was glad we were able to be there, though, as my kids were a great distraction and comfort. After breakfast Friday morning, my daughter opted for a game in which she ran between every member of the family giving hugs. My son, of course, was a bit more stoic. Watching him shed tears was very hard. He has the biggest heart & so much compassion — I know he was feeling the pain of the sons who just lost their mum. I am so proud of these little souls for what they gave my mom and her family at this sad time.

Contrary to my expectation, despite 8hours in the car I did not knit a stitch over the two days. Normally it is my go-to stress reliever, my constant companion. This, somehow, was different. There was no consolation in the familiar. Instead, I volunteered to drive the whole way up and part of the way back. Early Friday morning, I pulled out the sock on which I’ve been working on & off only to discover this…

20131012-102804.jpgI had forgotten that I used the needles from this project on my Deco sleeve caps & never replaced them. I pulled out my Deco project bag, but couldn’t bring myself to go any further. I don’t really believe in signs of the supernatural variety, but I took the hint anyways and just let the knitting be.  Instead I visited with family, watched my kids swim in the pool, listened a lot, and gave hugs with no distraction, with no comfort from my craft. Some times, some moments are beyond the comforting powers of the needles.

After the long drive home, I went to sleep early & feel mostly refreshed this morning. While the effects of this week’s events will only slowly unfold over time, all the family members have gone back to their own homes & lives. For me, I think it is time to re-open this bag…

20131012-104349.jpgAnd let my needles work a little of their healing magic.