Losing 3/4” of my main executor of joy-bringing activity was no small loss. I had to learn to hold a pencil again. I sat in bed, on massive pain meds, and learned to knit as my own personal physical therapy practice.
Read MoreI used to believe that inconsistency was a deep fault in my character, but it’s not inconsistency. It’s all meditation. It’s variety, and I find a new way to get in touch with me everyday, whether it’s silently or out loud on social media. I’m forgiving myself embracing my variety.
Read MoreHow are you caring for yourself lately?
If you need a reminder, that was it.
If you need a hug, here it is.
A scene from daily life. Today we have spent the day talking about race, white supremacy, and white fragility. We talked about how it’s our responsibility to stand up to injustice, and to keep learning.
We have talked about human rights their whole lives. I grew up in a family that never talked openly about hard topics. Everything was swept under the rug of white privilege.
I am reading a research paper on knitting and the healing of trauma, and it brought me back to this book. It takes me more than once to digest the information. It’s a book about how all manner of handcrafting can help us heal our trauma. Written from years of experience and research with different populations, it’s been so helpful to me in my own process and in my teaching.
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