The 16 year-old cocker spaniel, Quinn, was starting her morning whine at the stairs.
I turned over. I did not want to get up.
I had just had an irritatingly bad dream.
|Cup o' morning sunshine|
I had company coming.
The house needed picking up.
Then I remembered.
DK weight merino yarn.
Waiting on the hassock.
Where I left it.
Half knit into a Mara shawl.
The morning owl hooted.
The birds twittered.
"Witchedy, witchedy, witchedy witch."
Quinny whined again.
I let Quinn out.
There was the Madeline Tosh DK. Right where I left it.
I reached out and touched it.
Soft. Sproingy. Enough hand to thoroughly enjoy knitting with it.
I let Quinn in.
I sat down.
And I knit.
At 6-something-something in the morning.
I knit because the house needed picking up.
I knit because I was nursing a headache.
I knit because the bad dream lingered.
I knit... because I could.
No, because I would.
In the quiet of the early morning.
Needles clicking softly.
Wool against my hand, lightly warm, inviting me in.
I would allow myself to knit... to 7.
Then I would get on with the day.
But for now, knit.
Thinking of nothing and everything.
Void into quiet and solitude.
Yet full of companionship.
Dawn of a new day.
Colors soothing. Soft gray fading into light swaths of misty red, the color of sunrise and india ink. "Calligraphy." Aptly named.
It seems to me that everyone should have a place, a thing, an activity to retreat to, to think, dream, plan. For comfort, peace, companionship. With or without others. Something to fall into, when you need to.
On an island or in a city. On a plane or in a car. In the park or at the pool. Lunchtime at your desk. Dinnertime with a movie. In the middle of the night when you can't sleep. Or daytime when you are too tired to listen. A pause that refreshes. A zen habit.
Plan for it.
And guard it as if your life depended on it.
Because really, it does.
Have a good one. :)
|Zen Circle - Enso - the Absolute, Enlightenment, Strength, Elegance, the Universe and the Void|
PS - To help get you started, try:
Zen Habits or the book: Focus, A Simplicity Manifesto in the Age of Distraction, by Leo Babauta