I am now 7 rows and 539 stitches into a an overambitious baby gnome hat that seems to want to become a toddler gnome hat. As long as it fits somebody in this house.
Taking gauge would probably kill me.
As I knit I think of past projects.
I used often to knit while sitting in the car and listening to audiobooks, and then after library school finals when seeds of faith were planted, Mother Angelica. I remember that, “faith comes from hearing,” and the way the stitches calmed my anxious movements enough to slow down and listen and come gently, gently to know Christ.
Coffee and donuts and yarn and Mother Angelica and most of all, Jesus Christ.
Faith comes by hearing, especially hungry and non-defensive hearing, like desert sand open wide for rain.