Sweaterphor 
                            One
                            of the many things I find fascinating about
                            knitting is the amazing number of metaphors
                            and analogies you can discover and unlock in
                            your handwork.  Sometimes they are soft
                            and subtle, making us smile.  Sometimes
                            they are so loud and obnoxious, they make us
                            stop, and sometimes we send them to another
                          state.  
                          Your knitting can be
                              a chronicle.  Your
                            knitting can be a calendar.  It can connect
                            you to a loved one, and to the collective of
                            handworkers backwards and forwards through
                            time.  One thing that particularly interests
                            me about knitting is its ability to reflect
                            your state of mind or your current intentions
                            back to you.  Sometimes subtly, sometimes
                            as a big giant ugly mistake - dropped stitch,
                            misturned cable, or a big knot sticking out
                            front and center – always somewhere on
                            the bustline.  (This last one seems to
                            have some kind of Murphy’s Law quality
                            to it that is mysterious, but always happens.  This
                            is why I do not believe in knots!) 
                          In chapter five, “Onward
                            and Outward,” of
                            Mindful Knitting, I talk about how
                            our knitting projects offer us so much – pleasure, “fibergasms,” a
                            beloved pastime (or addiction), a vehicle through
                            which we can express our generosity.  Our
                            projects can comfort us, and also allow us
                            a safe zone in which we can challenge our skills
                            and grow.  Every project we choose relates
                            back to a specific time, place, state of mind,
                            relationship or phase of life.  It’s
                            simply amazing how much we can see of ourselves
                            in what we knit.  To summarize this magical
                            attribute of knitting, I have coined a word
                            for this phenomenon – the Sweaterphor. 
                          Take a minute to think
                              about what you are currently knitting.  Here we are in the
                            HEIGHT of knitting season – and as I
                            think about all my yarn (trust me, it’s
                            a lot) and all the things I want to make through
                            the fiber lens in my mind, I get all happy
                            inside.  There’s a thrill that is
                            entirely indescribable to someone who is not
                            a fiber freak.  I’m sure there are
                            comparisons out there, that similar emotions
                            are elicited by the source materials of other
                            pastimes and passions.  But, if you are
                            a yarnie, you know just what I’m talking
                            about. Before we even get the stuff home, we
                            have a romance running with our new project – like
                            the quiver of the beginnings of a new love
                            affair.   Then, once the first blush
                            of infatuation has past, we begin our really
                            intimate relationship with the yarn and the
                            needles and what we think they will one day
                            become.  
                          My current sweaterphor
                              is about a beautiful handpainted kid mohair
                              dragonfly adorned piece I designed for an
                              upcoming project.  I
                            was in love with this sweater when it was just
                            the shimmer of an idea.  I saw the yarn
                            and it began speaking to me in that special
                            yarn language that only some can hear.  It
                            knit up light and airy.  It floated and
                            hovered with its exposed loose knit.  Then,
                            as it would happen, our relationship hit its
                            first challenge – we had to frog.  A
                            chart was off by a stitch, so we went “a-ripp-it.”  We
                            were still okay, we were good.  But then,
                            the yarn pulled an attitude and started getting
                            sticky – protesting that I had handled
                            it roughly.  We repeated this scenario
                            several times at different junctures.  The
                            sleeve shaping wasn’t quite right, so – rip
                            rip – try again.  Then it just got
                            downright ticked off – and stuck to itself
                            in such a way that it tricked me into knitting
                            into the stitch below.  That just wasn’t
                            fair. 
                          After much angst, I
                              walked away from my dragonfly loves, and
                              we had some time apart. We were “on
                            a break.”  I came to the realization
                            that by the time the knitting was done, I had
                            likely knit the thing at least two times over.  It
                            took months, not weeks – a very big distinction
                            when you are knitting on deadline.  I
                            saw that there was so much frustration, so
                            much grind, manifest in this sweater.    
                          This project was not
                              only an archive of the span of time that
                              had passed, but of the state of my mind while
                              I was knitting it.  How
                            did I relate with the mishaps and the fiber-fighting?  I
                            responded by letting myself become more and
                            more annoyed until I couldn’t stand it
                            anymore.  My once enchanting, secret language
                            ear-whispering creation had become my “shenpa”.  This
                            is a Tibetan Buddhist phrase that doesn’t
                            really translate into English, but is used
                            to refer to things that hook you. We don’t
                            need to look at is as either good or bad, but
                            it is an opportunity. Shenpa could be one of
                            our “secret passions,” the little
                            extra chocolate ice cream, sale cashmere.  It
                            can also be like a repeated annoyance, like
                            gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe.  
                          Shenpa makes itself
                              available to you by presenting you the gift
                              of repeating the same thing over and over
                              again.  It also simultaneously
                            gifts you with the opportunity NOT to react
                            like you always do, but rather to act differently,
                            simply notice.  For example, if I had noticed
                            - instead of being really absorbed with
                            the big drama of the Kid Mohair affair,  I
                            could have seen that the project was the mirror
                            of the frustration, creative block and other
                            things making up my then state of mind - and
                            put the stupid, lovely sweater aside.  I
                            could have worked on something else for a while
                            and put a little space in my mind around the
                            situation.  It’s not like this sweater
                            didn’t keep pounding me over the head
                            with the chance to do so over and over again.   
                          So there’s the sweaterphor.
                            A really tangible (literally tactile) example
                            of how just about everything can provide us
                            an opportunity to apply mindfulness and not
                            to react in our habitual manner.  I actually
                            did sent the sweater away to Boston – for
                            technical editing (really).  That action
                            of physically sending my sticky mind, sticky
                            shenpa and annoyance all the way across the
                            country is very amusing to me now.  Very
                            soon, my dragonflies and I will reunite.  We
                            will be able to be in the same room again.  Maybe
                            we can even attend a party together or go out
                            for a drink.  But it takes some time.  A
                            meditation teacher once told me to remember
                            that it is always okay to “scrap the
                            project” – take a do-over when
                            your practice is just not working.  It
                            seems it applies to Kid Mohair too. 
                          If readers are interested
                            in more about the philosophy of shenpa, I would
                        recommend this
                        essay by Pema Chodron.  |