When I let my hands do the work

LInking up a little late. Linking up for Five Minute Friday on Saturday this time over at Lisa Jo Baker's blog. Once a week, we get together to write on a topic for five minutes straight with no edits. Just writing for the sheer fun of it. Letting our writing hair down so to speak. Won't you come on over and see what others have written on the topic "hands"? 

At least twice a day, 

or more if I can get away with it, my hands go for the yarn and needles. 

I’m not sure what it is about knitting, but somehow the stress drains away, and I am transported when I start to knit. 

So far, I’m just a beginner, really. I just took two two hour classes on two afternoons. I’ve learned to knit two kinds of dish cloths.

The teacher I had at the knitting store had made all of the examples in the store, many of them being sweaters, or vests. Very intricate patterns. Very fancy. I could easily compare.

But, somehow I am spared from comparison this time.

I am going to take an “intermediate” knitting class next week where I will learn to do some kinds of knit stitches that look like lace. Perfect for making scarves they say.

For now, I’ve been very content to pick up the yarn and needles and go to work on my little pinwheel shaped dish cloths. This last week I mailed one to my step mother and may end up mailing out more.

I know it’s not much, but somehow it is a part of me. 

Something that is handmade. 

Something that I spent a few hours on.

And, oh, the way my thoughts wander when I’m knitting.

Oh, big problems are not necessarily solved.

But, my breathing slows, my thoughts go still. 

I put my worries away and let my hands do the work.

Knit four, yarn over, knit to the end, leave two stitches. Knit four, knit to the end. Repeat.

Thanks for stopping by for FMF on Saturday!