Nine years ago, my husband was introduced to a form of meditation which suggests one sit one a piece of pure wool. I had no desire to become a knitter, but I thought it would be a nice holiday gift to make him something to sit on. I figured it couldn’t be too hard to knit a simple square so I asked a friend, who was an avid knitter, if she could show me the basics.
She lent me a pair of needles (I didn’t think I’d be knitting long enough to want my own pair) and said that if I didn’t care about the colour of yarn, that I could use some of her remnants. There was enough cream coloured yard for a border on both ends, and for the middle I chose green.
I picked up the knit stitch pretty quickly, and figured I’d be done with the project (and knitting in general) inside of a week. But then, a strange thing happened. I found there was something pleasing about the process. I fegan to feel changes in my body that made me want to keep going. I remember getting about ten rows into the project and realizing I was hooked.
When I finally went to bed that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about how weirdly wonderful I felt while knitting. I woke up the next morning and the first thing I wanted to do was to knit again. I quickly finished the square, but by this time I’d already bought some new yarn and had begun a scarf.
About a week into my new passion, I decided to see if I could find any information that could explain why knitting was making me feel this way. I found it in spades! Knitting was found to have amazing physical, cognintive, emotional and social benefits, not the least of which is that it actually changes our brainwave patterns!
I read about studies in which knitting helped those with alzheimer’s, cancer, ADHD, parkinsons, chronic pain and more. I read about studies in which students in certain countries were allowed to knit during class and it improved their grades. There was so much information coming to light, but it was still relatively unkown. I realized I wanted to play a part in spreading this message. If knitting could make a healthy person like myself feel a new kind of blissful euphoria AND help those dealing with serious health issues, how could I not spread the word?
And that’s the story of how a simple square started the journey to my current role as a knitting therapist and teacher. One interesting side note: There were about six colours I had to choose from in the batch of remnants my friend gave me. At the time, I thought the cream and green colours that I used for the square were arbitrary choices. I remember thinking that the green was a rather unusual, uncommon shade.
A few weeks later, I was looking through my linen chest and found an intricately knitted square with a lotus design and lace stitching that my great-grandmother had made. I had received it a few yeas before in a batch of my grandmother’s clothes and barely given it a second look. It was the exact same size as the one I’d made, using the identical green and cream colours!
I guess knitting was in my blood all along.