The Knitting Diaries

The words seemed to well up from deep inside her, drawn from emotions that were still too new to name or recognize.

Gage was a twenty-first-century officer fighting a twenty-first-century war, requiring hydrology, computer and physics skills right along with assault tactics.

“Sometimes things aren’t logical. Never ignore the feelings that don’t seem to make sense. Those can be the most valuable of all.

And the rest of his mind was alert above this restless sea, marveling at its beauty and the idea that life could be so quiet, so calm.

Sometimes it was good just to sit in the sunlight and let life unfold, Caro thought.

Their threads kept her sane when life was tangled and work was very, very grim.

When she held her needles, her mind soared and dreams turned clear. Part meditation, part therapy, knitting was an interior journey where she learned to see herself.

A dust mote danced through a bar of sunlight and she remembered how much she loved this house, loved this town.

Yarn had calmed her journey, soothed her harsh losses, stitch by stitch, for a decade and more.

Robyn spent the next couple of days in an emotional fog, going through the motions of living without being able to feel anything but rejection.