Last time I wrote in a place that nourishes the soul. This place is built to take care of the body. One of my girls is into climbing. I wonder where she gets this desire to go up since I get dizzy just by getting on a three-step to wash windows or to reach something from upper cupboards.
I said I try to be invisible. It is very embarrassing to sit here, while all the rest are building their musculars. Then why am I not doing what the rest are doing? Because I have a blog to write and I can think better when I'm not in a house that needs a thorough spring cleaning... (my husband, if was allowed to contribute, would state that I'm very good in finding excuses) and I love to observe people (it's the remote, forsaken place where I live that causes this peculiar feature in me).
There is my brave daughter - allow some mother's pride here!
Some time, quite some time, ago I read an article of a famous Finnish mountaineer Veikka Gustafsson. He has conquered most of the 14 Himalayan peaks that go over 8000 meters. In that article he said that climbing is done in steps, you reach certain level, rest there, sometimes you have to come down to another level, take your time, gather your strength, and go for it again. You should keep looking up every now and then to remind yourself of the goal. Never underestimate the conditions, like weather, never try anything foolish or you might ruin the whole attempt or worse, it could cost you life. He said that all this applies to many aspects of life.
While my challenge in conquering tops is the three-step in the kitchen there must be other areas in life where I can go after the peaks. My Himalaya is my knitting - of course.
I have been collecting gear for years, the yarn, the needles, the books, the paper etc thus preparing myself. First I learnt the knit stitch, then the purl stitch, then a yarn over, then knit two together etc thus going from one level to another. I have knit several pairs of socks and mittens, thus staying on one level for long periods. Just ask me how many times I have had to come down from upper level (rip, rip, rip) and have had to reassure myself that my mountain top is attainable (cast on again). I have been looking up and focusing on the goal. The furher up I have got, the thinner the air and it has been difficult to breathe (the wool dust) for sometime now and the steps have been getting shorter (all these skeins of yarn getting under my feet)...
My Annapurna is designing delicately patterned wedding shawl and knitting it with hand spun yarn. But I am aware of the fact that sometimes the mountaineers need to make the painful decision to stop and turn and come down and that they may never reach the peak.
I know, I know... this was a lame try to compare breath taking and adventurous climbing to knitting... what was I thinking?
Another one of my girls is taking a course in scuba diving this spring.
I think I just dived, deeper than my daughter ever will, with this pathetic allegoric post... Could you just pull me to the surface and I will resume to my socks.
Have a good and relaxing week end!
PS. Thank you all for your nice and encouraging comments!