It was my nephew’s first birthday yesterday and I knitted him a black velvet rabbit out of cuddly cashmerino and silk wool. A bit of tactile luxury in this day and age of synthetic and plastic! All the adults loved it too and wanted a cuddle for themselves. Wool has that beautiful quality of giving back to the receiver–it’s warm, soothing, springy and malleable. It has life.
When life is doing a doozie on me, I am comforted by two needles and a ball of wool. The clicking of needles, the engagment of both hands creating within the space of the heart brings my world somewhat closer to peace. It’s effect is akin to patting a purring cat–the brain goes into a more relaxed wave state, the hemispheres are balanced and heart rate drops. No wonder knitting has seen such a revival in the recent past –it’s the new meditation for the modern world.