My Happy Place

A bird song in the distance, the tap-tap-tapping of a woodpecker on a nearby tree, the laughter of my children as they explore the hidden paths behind our house – this is the song that serenades me as I sit in the shade of a spreading oak tree and knit. Creamy white wool forming tiny knits and purls on an endless loop, each round denoted by the sweetest of stitch markers as I lazily knit on by. This is my happy place. This is where I recover from the stresses of the week, the busyness of my days, the complications of my life. The cool breeze blows all my cares away and I breathe deep of the simplicity that is found right here.

Knit, purl, knit, purl, knit, purl…

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Tomorrow I will add some colorwork to this knitting. There will be a riot of color in complicated patterns. The ease of a simple white ribbing will give way to a carefully crafted design that will require more of my concentration and more of my skill. Likewise, tomorrow l will be faced with the dilemma of life and all of the intricacies and difficulties therein. I will be required to pay attention, to strive, and to overcome. But I leave that for tomorrow.

Today I choose find rest in the simple things.