I started knitting recently, when my collage try outs did not reflect what I wanted, I said I’d make something I know. I have forgotten that it has been years since I have not knitted, there is no person left that I did not ask, how was the stitch? I only remember one way of knitting. I started it, it should be perfect, I have to do it right: I thought I became a little more professional after removing it 5 times, and I continued without removing it, sometimes by missing the stitch, sometimes by changing the place of the reverse straight and breaking the rubber knit. Those who see my pullover thought that i am knitting a motif. Even if I said that these are more mistakenly made at first, I see now that I can at it differently. How the wrong ones are and gave another shape to my pullover.
Working with my body, self and thy will also going to be sticth by sticth. Every day one stitch, one or a few movements, two or three new asanas, a new opening. Like the asanas, every day is a new sticht in life, a pleasure of trying, the excitement and anxiety of being afraid again.
There are two types of people in the world; Those who watch and criticize the Living and the Living ones. Watching symbolizes death, participation symbolizes life. ‘@Psikologdamlataskin – instagram
I considered life as a structure consisting of tasks that need to be done and completed. I realized that I see also the body as learning and repeating what was taught. Whereas, the structures have thousands of different façades. Some are made with fear arising from shame and deception, one sticth. Every moment a flood of emotions that comes like the dismantled part of some deception. Emergence of resentments is like starting again from the other end a new sticth. Then excitement, another stitch. Every day life is like a row of stiches with gaps and dissassembles. A new row of stitches appaers. Endings symbolize death, experiences life and rebirth.
Neither the road nor the buildings end with the end of a sweater. Being open to experience in order to be able to recreate new ones is the beginning of a new life, path, knitting.
Life is a never ending retry cycle. In order to live, I just have to intend to try again, to see and observe the new qualities that join me inside my autheticity and never forget that I am not made just only from them. Same as my body which is not limited by my legs that can sit, walk, my hands that can carry, hold, write, and a stomach that helps to digest food, my guts that help empty my air, not just my lungs that cleanse my air, but my whole life cycle, my emotions and perceptions, and that I am a creature that experiences with all of me.
I am grateful that we can perceive the taste of life differently every day….