… nicely.
I’ve been knitting like a dervish today: on the train, during Alex’s cello lesson, all evening at home. One of the definitions of the word dervish is a devotional exercise involving bodily movements. Admittedly these traditionally consist of whirling dances – far more vigorous than my two hands with their sticks, but I like the idea of knitting as a repetitive, meditational set of gestures. It fits in well with the mindful way in which I am trying to make this shawl.
Again with the mindfulness. It’s vital, isn’t it? And your work is lovely.