I
                              don’t feel like knitting. 
                            There,
                            I said it. I thought it would
                            be a little harder to admit than that. It’s
                            weird – like I’ve got amnesia or
                            suddenly had some aspect of my personality
                            turned off. Knitting and the urge to
                            knit are like some kind of internal barometer
                            to me – like when I’m too sick
                            to knit, man I’m really sick. Too
                            busy can also apply. But currently I
                          am healthy and I’ve been busier. Hmmm. 
                          I keep picking up needles.
                              I’ve started
                            three new seductive projects – even small
                            things, even silk and cashmere yummy things. Nope,
                            still don’t wanna. What is this
                            about – as though some deep part of myself
                            is in peril. I don’t want to knit! I
                            reach a little deeper. And, without the
                            knitting, I have time and space to actually
                            contemplate this – what is up with the
                            not wanting to knit? 
                          Then the glimpse of
                              realization comes through – I’m
                            just not inspired. Whoa, not inspired. But
                            this is my thing, my life, my career. After
                            the self-scrutiny lifts I look again. Wait – I
                            am inspired, but I am inspired BEYOND the needles.  
                          So I realize this is
                              an opportunity for contemplation – real
                            meditative contemplation. Contemplation
                            is a meditation practice that I have been working
                            with recently. Having a simple notion,
                            idea or feeling, and just hanging out with
                            it. It’s a little different if
                            you haven’t done it before. You
                            don’t really think about anything, you “be” with
                            it. Now, I know that sounds a little
                            bit woo-woo, but really, it’s quite a
                            bit of work. Actually, in some ways it’s
                            exactly what happens when I knit. I am
                            engaged with my handwork and it’s as
                            if the left side of my brain is busy with the
                            mechanics and the pattern, and there is some
                            space where things just kind of float around.   
                          You know what I mean,
                              I know you do. You
                            know how it is when you are knitting, and images
                            or flashes just sort of come through, and you
                            might sort of notice them and let them go as
                            you drop a stitch, need to count or get distracted
                            by something. That’s very similar
                            to what happens in Contemplation Meditation;
                            the challenge, of course, is to just let it
                            keep flowin, not hanging on to any
                            one thing or favoring something more than another. Flowing – just
                            like the yarn through your fingers and the
                            stitches building row by row, making fabric. 
                            But, I’m really not
                            into making loops that build fabric right
                            now. Right
                            now it is a beautiful day. An amazing, clear,
                            no-clouds Rocky Mountain sky is out there – with
                            the burgeoning apple trees and the beginnings
                            of the garden. My inspiration is not
                            dormant, it’s outside – outside
                            of my self, outside of my needles, outside
                            in the sunshine.  
                          I’ve been struggling
                            with this a bit. Really, how can I not want
                            to knit? Well, I think
                            I’m being filled up by all the magic
                            and events of late Spring and early summer. I’m
                            also being drawn to other forms of expression,
                            to media outside of fiber arts (gasp). I’ve
                            read a lot of memories and stories from artists
                            who talk about the need for dormant time – dormant
                            time that is not really dormant but in fact
                            is very full and meaningful. For example,
                            many musicians are also visual artists – most
                            notably among my favorites are Joni Mitchell,
                            Bob Dylan, Paul McCartney – even Bono
                            tries his hand at pen and ink work. They
                            express the importance of rotating their medium
                            for expression – as if when one form
                            gets used up, the other replenishes the inspiration
                            for the first.  
                             
                            So, I contemplate this. It’s not
                            really being stuck in the way I’ve
                            talked about before. It’s actually
                            exciting. It’s a very interesting
                            way of turning outward instead of looking inward
                            for flashes of image, inspiration and color. And,
                            then I see that, for right now, this is my
                            form of expression – this looking and
                            seeing. So I look, I see, and I make note of
                            a particular shade of green that really turns
                            me on. I
                            recall the amazing hand-built slate stone wall
                            I saw during travels that looked like a stitch
                            pattern to me. Then the romance is rekindled;
                            inspiration is everywhere (but not on the needles). It
                            will make its way there soon enough.  
                          Meantime, maybe you
                              are not a summer knitter. I
                            know many people who are just too busy for
                            a project during this time of year, or just
                            don’t want a big wad of knitted fabric
                            in progress sitting in their laps when it’s
                            80F degrees outside. Some people simply
                            can’t stand the idea of having wool in
                            their hands during summer heat.  
                            Maybe
                            for all of us, during this magical summertime,
                            filled with late evening sunshine and family
                            adventures, the expression of our knitting
                            is out there with us. We are collecting
                            little this's and that’s and putting
                            them in the pockets of our creative imagination
                            for easy access when the right time comes.
                            Then, we have them at hand and we can contemplate
                            them. Contemplate the richness of a day
                            spent doing “nothing” with loved
                            ones, the feeling of contentment we get from
                            being in the world after many chilly days inside. We
                            can let the waves of thought and feeling ebb
                            and flow, noticing which come back to us over
                            and over, and which just keep floating away
                            with the shapes of the clouds in the summer
                          sky.  
                          Enjoy these soft days and
                            all the richness they offer. Let me know
                            if you are finding stitch patterns in nature,
                            or flashes of ideas for the perfect project
                            while you are out there on the beach. As for
                            me, I know my passion and unyielding (relentless)
                            desire to knit will return again soon. And
                            when it does, I will have a rich reserve of
                            inspiration collected during my time away from
                          the needles.  
                          And
                            it has already begun as I’m on my way
                            to go watch bugs and blow some bubbles with
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