I guess today I’m waxing a bit NOSTALGIC. *She looks into the near distance, hand propped under chin and sighs.
I was reading a blog post several months ago about spinning yarn, not telling stories, either, but really spinning yarn. I know, “Why were you reading about knitting?” you ask. Well, this blogger said something that stuck with me. Here’s what Ashling wrote in The Confessions of a Would-Be Mountain Woman:
“[The people in the shop] told me that their local spinning group (Elmendorph Spinning Guild) had 40 people show up for their monthly meeting. What does it say that so many are returning to this ancient art?”
My comment was: “As to why people are returning to ancient art . . . I think it’s because we’re so isolated in this techi world of internet “love” that we crave a connection of some kind to our past. Just guessing, here.”
I want a connection with things that are tangible and things that give me a feeling of being connected with the people in my life. Even after they’ve gone from this world, they’ve left behind the traces of who they were and where I came from. How about you? Have a need for connections to your past?