Patience and time do more than strength and passion.
Jean de La Fontaine
Early morning and just outside my window has never failed to provide beautiful and unexpected views. This is a great thing for a girl who does most of her important stuff early in the morning, in front of that window. That important stuff would be to sip my coffee, read, write, surf the net and sometimes knit. Yes, indeed the important stuff. As of late, it has been all about my knitting. Whenever I find a minute these days I pick it up and do a few more rows of what I have on the needles.
Well, the view outside the window early this morning was somewhat beautiful but not the best I have seen. The clouds over the lake, which happens to be very far off in the distance, looked like mountains. I love when that happens. This meant that the sun was going to have to travel quite far up in the sky for me to see it. A solid wall of black cloud just above the tree line hid the sunrise that I expected. To get this shot I opened the window. Yikes, the frigid wind blew snow into my face at a force that was unexpected for sure. I persevered, and then snapped away. You are welcome, wink wink.
If truth be told I had not partaken in the knitting thing very much since my Mom passed away. For me to pick up needles and knit a hat had been a constant reminder of how my Mom had taught me. A constant reminder of all that time we had spent together. These memories now make me giggle. Her Alzheimer’s mixed with my willingness but complete, lack of skills had certainly made for lots of giggles. The good news for me is that now, I can associate my knitting with those good memories and the joy that this time brought to both of our lives. I do not dwell on what had been lost as often. To knit makes me very happy once again but now those happy moments are entwined with wonderful memories.
I had to learn to wait for my joy of knitting to return, much like the wait for a beautiful sunrise. All I could do was keep busy while I waited and continue to believe that it would happen. Yes, a whole lot of patience is required and I am not known as a very patient person. I had to believe that these things would eventually come back in time, even when I was full of doubt. I am pretty sure this can be said of many things in the lives of many people. Different waits for different things.
The constant click of my needles makes me smile. A scarf for someone who already wears the matching hat, combined with the incredible view of the sun that had finally conquered that wall of dark clouds made for a perfect morning.
It is true “Good things do come to those who wait.”