With one ear cocked toward Phoebe’s room,
Essie carefully folded the white-on-white
bedspread with its stylized pattern of lovebirds.
The intricate stitching had kept her mind
calm, as it tended to. She often thought that
being productive-and creative with it, if she
could brag a bit-held a firm rein on her mind
and refused to allow it to wander into those
places where panic waited. It was good work, she could think that,
and the bride who
received it as a wedding gift would have
something unique and special, something that
could be passed on for generations.
She arranged the dark silver tissue.
Even that, the
fussing with the finished product,
the meticulous packaging of it,
helped keep her hands
busy and her mind steady.
High Noon
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By flora - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0,
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1475589
I am a nurse and lifelong knitter with a calling to bring my
best self in service to others.
My background in neuro-developmental pediatrics and
experience working with children and adults with brain injury, spinal cord
injury, strokes, and neurological disorders, led to a fascination with
neuroplasticity and the ability of the brain to “rewire” itself.
Because the practice of knitting/crochet is so helpful in
dealing with anxiety, the ARC was the first organization I approached, and
they, and you, were interested! I’m very excited for this opportunity to teach
these skills as a tool to quiet the mind, mend the brain, and soothe the soul.
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“Who thought of bringing her mother ’s crocheting in?”
“Bo did.”
“Well, it’s excellent therapy for both of them.
Cora’s teaching Alice to crochet, and they’re
spending time quietly that way. It’s good for both of them.
It’s going to take time, Maureen. I wish I could tell you how much time.”
Come Sundown