I feel a great sense of connection to those who came before me as I craft. I conjure up images of former times and imagine what it would be like if I were able to visit a knitting circle years ago. I expect my skills would be found rather lacking!
I often think of my Grandmother, and her love of knitting. I also remember sisters Doris and Ethel, who never married. They were family friends already rather old when I was a small child and known to themselves and others as “spinsters” who were both extremely talented crafters. Doris was an amazing dress maker and I remember several occasions standing on a chair with my arms out while she circled around me, tucking and pinning here and there umming at me with pins in her mouth to hold still. I had a lot of lovely frocks made by her. She made it seem effortless and she never expected much praise. I wish I still had some of those dresses but I will not forget. Now more than ever, I hold in high regard and remember with wonder the lovely things made by those humble hands.
The human soul flourishes in it’s relationship to the things it creates. Our ancestors had a real relationship to the tools, materials and final products they worked with. Their work gave them meaning and purpose. The loss of ones craft due to illness of old age would often lead to the loss of life itself. They craved work, in the same way we might crave entertainment today.
I wonder if the types of entertainment we often seek are fulfilling. I certainly do enjoy the many things life today has to offer in the way of entertainment, but it doesn’t compare to the sense of being at one with the world I can find when my hands are creating something.