I finished Kate's shawl and will block it this week. I hope to make some progress on this sweater while the days are cool and a blob of wool still feels good in my lap. The shaping is interesting. A designer who can transform an idea into a pattern is a marvel. This photo shows the beginning of the A-line shaping of the body.
In her book, Finding Beauty in a Broken World, Terry Tempest Williams wrote about the tradition of a container for tears to honor grief. Several years ago, I wrote a group of poems about containers. I publish this one in honor of poetry month.
I Would Craft a Container*
I would craft a container to honor empty and full,
dark and light, summer and winter:
A cradle for space between stitches,
caesura between lines, windbreak in the grass
An envelope for words fragile as the tiny white
feather lost in a prairie gale
A basket to shelter postcards carried by the wind
or messages from earthworm and tiny dry leaf
An empty nest for gray sky and bright sunshine,
a container for safe passage through ordinary days.
*copyright Jane A. Wolfe
As I link to Kat and the other Unravelers, I wish you a safe passage to ordinary days.