A friend has taught me to knit, and I am experiencing creating by hand and two sticks a kind of fabric from string.

And, the Christmas carol The Holly and the Ivy was playing in the grocery store today as I wheeled my cart around the aisles.

Between the music and weaving, I felt connection to European ancestors centuries past. A melody can take us to distant times and places, as though an archetypal template were imbedded in our human brains. We can experience a kind of recognition when we reach an intersection with something with essence, something that is core.

The process of knitting, and hearing the melody, created such intersections.

image taken May 11, 2012 in Austin, Texas