Sunday, February 4, 2018

Leanne's Knitting

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Recently, I typed 'Leanne's knitting' into Google and found an essay I'd penned on the upper half of page one.

What to read that article?

Here you go...

Mayne Island hums with the songs of artists and artisan inspired. Its beauty is a natural incubator for creating. The minute I set foot on its soil my creative soul sang and I knew I was home. For four years, I have been proud to call Mayne Island home. (I think this was written in 2003)

Over this time my knitting haven has floated from shore to shore. Both on the isle itself and also on BC ferry. Unless you are very shy, the ferry is a perfect haven. Long uninterrupted periods of clicking with inspiration as close as the nearest window.

We have moved three times during these four short years...and I have changed professions. Through it all I have been delighted with the quality of knitting havens. For the first two years, I clicked away as customers came and went from my craft supply store. When my store closed, my haven moved to a beautiful garden setting where squirrels, hummingbirds, and deer inspected my stitches. Recently, we staked our claim as islanders with the purchase of our home. (Yup, it was written in 2003)

(Scroll down to see the house we bought. It's not a mason. But it's been a fine home.)

My new home is littered with the tell-tale signs:  yarn, needles, knitting, knitting baskets, and paper and pen. As this is late fall, my knitting haven is located in the living room. With three cats blissfully sleeping and a wood stove glowing in the corner, I knit. You are invited to grab some needles, lovely yarn and join me by the fire.

Fifteen years later not much has changed. Here, let me re-write that last paragraph to show you how little...

My new home is littered with the tell-tale signs:  paper and pen and books. As this is late winter, my writing haven is located in the living room. With one dog blissfully sleeping and a wood stove glowing in the corner, I write. You are invited to grab a pen, a book, or wool and a pair of knitting needles and join me by the fire.

Ah, life... The more I change, the more I stay the same:  blissfully happy.

Here's the link that inspired this post


I took this photo about an hour ago

Next post:  Sunday, February 11th
Wanderlust
This short story was inspired by two verses from a Tom Paxton song.

"Abby listening" ldyck


Sharing my author journey...


What's the significance of this article to my writing life right now? Read on...

Ever since I stopped calling myself a knitwear designer (2011), I've been trying to write a book that would showcase my writing about knitting (both fiction and non-fiction) and in so doing serve as a thank you to the knitters who supported my career. Know what? I think I'm currently writing that book. Once finished, I hope I can find the right publisher. If you're interested in this idea, show me by making this one of my most popular posts. : )

2 comments:

Laurie Buchanan said...

Time — past, present, future — ya gotta love it!

Leanne Dyck said...

Absolutely, Laurie. I found this quote by Jacqueline Carey that seems to sum it up very well. 'There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme.'