The pointed needle pushes through,
Soft yarn wraps round, pulls under, slips off
The loop is formed, a stitch is made.
The simple motion,
In, over, through, and off,
Again, again, again…
The rhythm builds as I repeat,
Fabric grows beneath my fingers.
The e-course “Writing and Spiritual Practice” I am following at the moment referred to “small stones” and “pausing to pay attention” as being like stitches. I had some fun exploring the definition and origin of the word “stitch”. The noun has meanings to do with “a single complete movement formed by a needle with a thread, in sewing or surgery”, and the verb is to do with “fastening, connecting, joining, repairing, making.” I was intrigued by the contrasts of the needle – hard, sharp, pointed, piercing, puncturing, and breaking through. And then the yarn, soft, pliable, bending, flexible, looping, knotting and tieing together. Both are necessary in regular repeated motion to make the connections and build the fabric.
I think I need to keep making the stitches and see what grows!