Yesterday Wendy talked in her blog entry about what kept her Knitting Mojo off.
It seems to me that my Mojo goes and comes as he pleases.
He can appear out of the blue and be gone just like that without any warning. When he is gone I'm left puzzled and frustrated but sometimes also relieved to have him go since while he is around he can be quite a tiring companion and all the other aspects of my life suffer...terribly.
When he has just arrived after being gone for days he is so demanding that getting even dressed in the morning might become a great task not to talk about housework or cooking or cleaning ... or getting anywhere on time. My eyes stare yet I don't see a thing, my children complain that I don't listen, the dogs bark and I don't seem to notice. My hands are occupied in this furious action. It can be quite scary.
But even though he is a mystery man, there are some little things that sometimes work to get him stay longer.
Finishing something (the bigger the better) and getting a fresh new yarn and needles might make him stick around.
Reading books and blogs might give him a kick in the butt and make him wake up if he is about to snooze off.
If I take a path (own design, new technique), that is less traveled of maybe even unused, Mr Mojo hurries ahead and calls me to hurry up because he wants to see what is around the next corner, he is not sure, but suspects something utterly wonderful...
Cold weather works wonders for him. He hates hot and sunny days.
He loves dark nights with fire wood and good movies.
He is a bit concerned of big stash and huge piles of knitting books, he says that they suffocate and distract him at times.
He is such a sweet heart that he admits that pure love makes him take absolutely ridiculous tasks once in a while and blinds his judgment completely...
A famous Finnish designer and sculptor Tapio Wirkkala was interviewed in some magazine in the late 70's or early 80's. I don't remember any more from which magazine I read the article. Anyway he was asked why was he so productive. And he simply answered that hunger made it. He had to get food on the table.
I guess I lack that factor. I don't need to knit to keep us warm. I can just walk into the store and buy what we need. Nor do I design to bring bread to my table.
And I have so many beautiful things in my closets and home that I don't need to knit to get them.
But I would not underestimate the powers that keep me clicking the needles today. In the world that is like it is, no need for me to explain what I mean, knitting and other crafts give me a way to meditate and to tolerate and to escape and to express. Maybe sometimes the need for these is so strong that Mr Mojo does not have a choice but is forced once again return at my door steps. Maybe there is logic in his behavior and he is not such a mysterious man after all.
He is here now. We are having a good time. I have the whole Friday to him and me only, no need to go anywhere. Mr Mojo also with you this weekend!