Some people call it a spinning wheel; this week I’m calling mine a coping mechanism. As yet another horror unfolds in the news, I’ve taken to my wheel for calming monotony. I’m working on fleece that I started spinning during my class on spinning for knitting at SOAR this fall. I’m planning a three-ply yarn that will likely become some type of vest if I can every bear to wear something that currently represents such sadness.
As I spin (or knit), I’m grateful for the process and again I think that the world would be a much more peaceful place if everyone spent a bit of time in quiet contemplation.
I wish you all peace.