- Mood: Hopeful
- Music: of the Spheres
As an opener for all you dear visitors, I wrote a small essay - not to justify why i engage in something normally associated with the elderly and infirm but in order to regain the Avalon I remember and facilitate access for all who stop here or put their hands to good works.
TAMURILE
"All evil needs to succeed is for good men to do nothing "
Edmund Burke
I live in a city which shuffles it’s elderly into homes and corrals its children into day care centres in order that the dual income privileges of ownership are maintained.
I live in a city whose prisons and hospitals are full to the brim, yet the government has seen fit to cut back on community services even when it reflects budgetary surpluses.
I live in a city which claims to have a high standard of living and calls itself one of the developed nations, yet the number of homeless is on the rise , food banks can’t cope with demand, and our school system graduates illiterate students completely unprepared to contribute to a rapidly changing work environment.
As the escalating aggression in the Middle East reverberates a warning to all world leaders that everything we hold dear is in jeopardy, I ask myself daily what can I as a mother, wife, and concerned citizen do to reroute this testosterone driven express train bound for oblivion.
What can any single person do when chaos seems to have the upper hand?
Stay out of fear. See a positive outcome. Make it happen – one stitch at a time.
Just as we avoid the harshness of winter by clothing our loved ones with hats, scarves, sweaters and mittens, so too can we have an impact on the sorry state of this planet and restore her to her natural , nurturing self. in all her former glory.
Am I saying that a pair of hand- knitted socks will lead us back to Eden ? Yes.
Studies on primate babies have shown that given a choice between a wire surrogate equipped with a bottle of milk and one covered only in fur, the newborns will inevitably choose warmth over sustenance.
Our society in its attempts to control and conquer has forgotten this basic principle of life, and in so doing has repressed, tortured, executed, and virtually annihilated the feminine in all facets of human existence
When I pick up a new skein of wool and loop the thread gently over the needles in my hand , I hold the intention of every woman who has ever opened her heart unconditionally, dedicated her time freely, and offered herself without thought of reward, to ensure the wellbeing of others.
The circle that has been broken by technology, progress, and material gain, is restored with a single thread that binds us all beyond time and space. This simple act by a pair of loving hands can and will heal our wounds , because its stands as a reminder of where we came from and above all, that no matter how far we stray, we can find our way back home by following that thread.
I applaud every man who has ever picked up a pair of knitting needles for each and every one is a hero in the truest sense : he has embraced that aspect of himself that honors mother, daughter, wife, lover, friend in a balanced partnership and equal exchange at the risk of being ridiculed, ostracized, emasculated.
Until we can each as individuals achieve this balance between catering to oneself versus service to others, the need to dominate versus a willingness to surrender, the compulsion to move forward versus standing still, it is my hope that by creating something for another’s comfort synchronizes my thoughts and actions with a force far greater than any man-made facsimile.
And that’s why I knit.
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