When at home, there is always a thousand and one tasks to do and there seldom is peace to hear one's own voice. When I sit down and think that I will write a blog post today or I will think of something to knit and will try to concentrate on it, I hardly ever succeed in it. Even now when my girls are all grown up finding the perfect quiet spot in a day at home is difficult. So along this road, most of my thoughts are born and it is here where I rehearse all the difficult discussions or strategies. And this piece of road has suffered many angry stomps as well as happy and light steps.
No matter how much I have on my mind, and no matter how many tasks I bring along in my head to my daily stroll, I always realize after a while that I really can let all those thoughts loose because for the next hour and a half I can't do anything else but walk. I usually don't answer to my phone except for the calls of my closest family and they all have different ring tones, so I recognize them without looking at the phone and even those calls I keep brief. This is after all, my therapy, thanks to the dogs.
I am not sure what sparkles the imagination, if it is the time alone and the fact that I am not able to do anything else than walk or if it is the actual movement of the legs that gives blood to the neglected areas of my little brain so that they will bring up new ideas and new perspective.
Oh, sure there are days when I come home without any ideas, but even then I feel very refreshed. And something strange happens too while out there... usually my hours of the day just fly away and it seems that one hour has diminished into fifteen minutes, but out there, this hour and a half sometimes seems like three or even more.
Therefore I have to take care of my feet and thus, socks. Again.
Wool with you,
Not just socks, I did little swatch, crochet with embroidery on top, but am not sure if this leads into anything...