I learned how to macrame last night. I went over to Soul Sista’s house and had another friend who happens to be an expert macrame-er come to teach us the basics. She taught SS how to make a plant hanger, and I’m making a wall hanging. I learned the basic knot and the spiraling knot and how to add spaces and beads. I’m basically a pro now.
I should have taken a photo of the jumble of strings at the beginning…
There was something really soothing about macrame that spoke to my soul. The patience and calm, the discipline of repeating the same thing over and over, all the while paying attention to the overall patterns and shape… it all combined to help clear my ever-racing and muddled mind. The process of learning a new art form lit up a part of me that’s been dormant for a while, maybe longer than I realized. Simple knots, done in a particular pattern of my own choosing, to create something unique and beautiful. Taking plain and ordinary-looking string and dowels, and making something special. Some of the tightness in my neck and shoulders released, as did some of the tightness in my heart. As a small flame of creativity and beauty burned, the engulfing flames of mourning and loss and depression and anxiety shrank a little. It was therapeutic and lovely- as if I was able to tie pieces of my anxiety and grief into the knots, plain and taut and singularly unspecial, to form something worthy of admiration.
progress thus far
I want to show you how it ends/ Macramé queens in the afternoon and I’m in tune or did I speak too soon/…./Can we talk about tomorrow (Some get it, some must wait awhile, some get it)/And the promise that it brings (Some get it) – Third Eye Blind
Grace and Peace,
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