Walking With Wool

I walk in the wild places each day. I walk while I knit wool into things, and I walk while beguiled by the season. I walk into the places which pluck my thoughts from my mundane worries and meaningless schedule and bring them onto a grander stage, extending in all directions and arching from the present to a sort of gelid idea of my future.jenjoycedesign©out walking

I long for my Walk with Wool, as ever-faithful dog named Emma trots along beside me with nostrils flaring, her nose seems to float along in determination to uncover something magnificent. We make great hiking partners even though our agendas are a little different.  Step and stitch together bring me closer to landing grounded to life with a shape. My life which feels at most times so without shape, finds it’s shape this way, in the knitting, and in the walking.

Even at the times when stitches dropped, or yarn falls out of my knitting bag that is slung across my breasts shoulder-to-hip, and unknowingly dragged for a length behind while collecting decaying leaves and even stickery burrs, maybe even some twig-like things. But I feel humor in all of it, and these silly things as yarn tangling among the shrubs as Emma’s leash around things make my life feel rich as heathered colors in a strand of multi-fibered yarn, tweeded with specs of emotions and interrupted by occasional knots which are always discovered with nothing less than annoying inconvenience.

I love my yarns, as I love fresh baked bread, and coffee & chocolate, or a hand-written letter from an envelope. Their poetry is felt as I receive them from out of their bag brought home, and wound with delicious anticipation by hand off of the backs of two chairs or a swift. I love the process of tearing the label off of the skein and then encircling the expanding criss-crossing blades of wood from the swift and tied together until they open into the hoop of yarn. The swift, my new tool of trade, holds the yarn as I secure it, then admire it. Ties clipped, and the end found, gently brought out to meet my hands. To feel the swift move as my right takes the end and loosely winds it around index, middle & ring finger of my left  in a way that the fingers ‘taste’ the yarn as one sips the first cup of rich coffee or aromatic tea.

These feelings, these sensual inner rhythms,  are what a knitter like me feels about the things which make up my creative life. These paths that I wander along, seem to forgive that I am isolated from society but beckon me more passionately to come along and hunker down with nature, and so I am taking to pen so to speak. I am in the mood to begin my knitting-in-nature autobiographical ‘yarnings’ in earnest and at last, so I present to you a first glimpse of “Walking With Wool”. 

8 thoughts on “Walking With Wool

    • Well… writing can be a part of my knitting in that while I am walking along knitting, I can put down my thoughts. The thoughts have always been there, the courage to bring them to Yarnings somehow has been difficult. Thanks for your encouragement Liz xx

  1. Jen, even if my poor english isn’t enough to know every vocabulary of your text – it doesn’t matter, because your words come to me in a very poetic way, growing a longing feeling in me, to enjoy something similar. Thank you for that 🙂

    • Petra, thank you for extending your encouragement through the murk of a second language, and then filling me with so much encouragement! I will write for you then, just as I will write for me…. xx

  2. You have a beautiful way with words and yarn! Thanks for the imagery of you wandering the forests with your wool trailing behind being knit up into something wonderful, I see the leaves and twigs being knit right into your creation!

    • Amy thank you. Yarn is so sensual, and well, this desire to speak up about my thoughts suddenly, and so glad that you are there laughing with me as we gather our rogue balls of yarn and pick out nature’s tweed affects. Tweed now has new meaning …lol ! xx

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