Fanning the fire midweek, we are tossing you a spontaneous quote, question, or conundrum related to Monday’s post. We invite you to riff on this prompt or share a story—heartbreaking or hilarious—to spark further conversation about the path of motherhood.
Synching up right on theme this week, a dear mama who moved too far away sent this email to those she left behind here in Lyons. I love how the whole gamut of emotions is included in each knit and purl, each stitch a “deepening of her inner knowing and existence.”
This is what she wrote:
Hello my dear friends! I am attaching some photos of kids…They love to “smile for the camera” :)
And a photo of me with a scarf still in the making that some of you may recognize. I recently wrote something about this scarf that I feel the need to share with you all:
Nov 3, 2012
I knit some rows on this scarf again
A scarf that carries a year of row after row.
I started it for my friend Rosanne when her husband John Alex was in a coma
A year ago October 19 he died
And I am still knitting the scarf.
I started calling it my mourning scarf as I slowly knit a little here a little there
It will be my scarf now, at least whenever it is finished.
It carries a process of mourning, of sadness, of hope, of change,
of passing and moving, of starting anew, of deepening my inner knowing and my existence,
of pain, of emotional turmoil, of hopelessness,
and hope again.
This is my Ho’oponopono scarf.
A work of forgiveness.
Recently I’ve been chanting these words of a Hawaiian prayer for forgiveness, for letting go, to myself as I knit and purl each little stitch:
“I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you”
To myself, to my family, to my friends, to the universe.
For myself, for my family, for my friends, for the universe.
I am so excited to wear it without the knitting needles still in it!