Telling Knots is a phrase with layers of meaning for me. My handle on Twitter and in commenting on blogs is Knot Telling – I don’t reveal my name. So to start with, it’s a pun. I’m not telling any more than I choose to.
Telling, recounting, counting… We have the image of nuns “telling their beads” in the shady coolness of a church side chapel. An old meaning of tell is “to count one by one”. Story telling – recounting a story. Reviewing its elements, one-by-one. I hope to tell many things in this blog: little bits of one woman’s life and spirituality, glimpses of larger events on the world horizon.
Knots. My life has not been without byzantine complications, seemingly irresolvable. But they get resolved with patience. I learn patience from my one of my greatest pleasures in life: wrapping thread around air. This is a phrase that some lacemakers use to describe their craft, their art. I am a lacemaker, too, and have made the phrase my own. Most forms of lace involve twisting and crossing threads one over another, but some – like tatting – use actual knots. So “telling knots” sometimes means checking my work against a lace pattern, counting my stitches. Reviewing my lacemaking, reviewing my life.
Wrapping thread around air – what? Lacemaking involves bringing lengths of thread from the simplest form to the most elaborate, with combinations of crossovers or twistings. I think that our lives, our personal histories are like that. Sometimes elaborate and complex, sometimes an easily understood progression from here to over there.
I suppose another name for this blog could be Life as Lace.