I thought I would take my knitting with me and knit in the waiting times.
But I just couldn't - somehow I couldn't lift my hands to my projects and knit.
Have you ever found that when you pick up a project again it brings back the memories of what you were doing while you knit it?
Somehow, woven into the fabric is the essence of what was around.
I have picked up projects and had vivid images of the movie I was watching, or the scenery we were driving through.
I didn't want my lovely rainbow socks to have grief woven into their fabric.
I don't want my beautiful yarns to bring sorrow while they are being made and when they are worn.
And now that we have walked through the valley, I still can't seem to pick up my needles.
I think I'm just tired.
I am looking forward to creating something again.
But for now, I will rest.