We’re busy. We’re tired. We’re coping admirably with living life full-throttle by falling asleep on the couch. In the midst of all of it, though, my mind is acting like a macro lens. Doing away with all the clutter and the larger setting. My mind is zooming in, pausing for a moment on a beam of light on the wall, or a tangle of colour in the laundry, or the shape of a tree against the sky. I’m suddenly up close and slowed down, cherishing.
Mentally, my thought processes are doing a similar thing; I’m caught up in an obsession on a number of fronts. I’m knitting the second version of a project within a week. I’m in the middle of sewing up more versions of these DPN needle holders. I’m knitting the first Noro I’ve enjoyed touching and I never want to stop. I’m pouring over a homeschooling catalogue like I haven’t since the first year we started. A little dose of obsession to bridge the time between the last snow disappearing from our yard and the brightening and greening of the world.