I went to a specialty yarn shop tonight and bought some lovely hand-dyed merino wool, fingering weight (fairly fine). It was in a hank rather than a ball or skein and, when I went to start rolling it up, managed to tangle it very quickly and efficiently.
So now I sit untangling a pile of yarn while I roll a ball out of it. Looking for a metaphor or lesson to be learned; some Zen koan or hassidic story. None come to mind while I continue my knotty path.
I love your attitude, my friend; if one lives an examined life, metaphors are everywhere. I have found that to be true most of my adult life.
ReplyDeleteIn your knotty situation with your yarn, I read one in which something as beautiful as an exquisite, fine-textured, handcrafted yarn was handed to you after your purchase of it in a hank, when it might've been better-offered in a pre-rolled ball. The person who sold it to you may've been creating such a product that they've disconnected from its profoundly special qualities as a human-made and -crafted piece of art in its own right. Just my take on it... 8 )
Another take on it is the story of The Gordian Knot:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordian_Knot
...I'll bet you know this story already! 8 )
I hope your metaphor manifests itself to you soon; sometimes it just takes awhile.
Wishing you peace.