…and even those make life beautiful.
I am spinning a bump of fiber at the moment. A gift for a friend who is going through an unexpectedly difficult time. The fiber is silk and merino, soft like a cloud and handpainted the most exquisite shades of rose and cream. Yet I wanted this yarn to say something more than, “soft and pretty” in light of what my friend is experiencing. So I dug out some bright reds and oranges, greens and blues. Bits of rough wool, Falkland, Shetland, the opposite of silky merino. I’ve been randomly slubbing in these bits of color as I spin an intentionally uneven single. The idea was pretty simple. I wanted to give my friend something beautiful, that included the unexpected. Something where the unexpected rough spots and flashes of color added to the overall texture and beauty of the finished product. Where it was not all measured and even, perfect and at a definable gauge.
And then I realized that really, what I was spinning up was kind of a nifty metaphor for life, and one that spoke to me a little bit more loudly than I anticipated, when I began spinning this morning. Life is like that. My day has been like that. Slubby as hell. Filled with rough spots. Also filled with moments of unexpected grace.
Unexpected shit happens. We fall down. Bad things that we didn’t deserve are thrown in our path, and, as a good friend often reminds me, so too the good things that we encounter are also undeserved. We just get what we get. It isn’t our fault, a lot of the time. Most of the time. We still have to make do with it. Make the best of it. Try to get around it, move through it, conquer it, or bend like the willow so that it does not break us – go on and pick the best option for you at any given time because there is NO wrong way to do this.
There are things that are heartbreakingly beautiful. Our lives. Love. Hope. The love of a Very Good Dog. Our children. An elegantly written lace repeat. They are like a single of silk and merino, beautifully dyed and lovingly spun. And into those things, well, slubs and rough spots will also be spun. Sometimes burrs. Sometimes knots. It happens.
So that is what I will call this yarn, “There Are Unexpected Rough Spots.”
Don’t lose sight of the beauty of the whole, just because you encounter some slubs. Or, you know, go ahead and bitch because the slubs itch like a mofo, but acknowledge that the cloth would not be as vibrant and alive without them.