Back to the blanket.
I put it away for a while with a faint whiff of failure and a large dollop of despondency. But this month I got it out and I began the very slow process of mending the blanket. And just like that I remembered that I love slow processes, and I love mending. And it became an almost meditative process – the putting the blanket back together, slowly, and making it stronger than it was.
Next winter I will sit under it as I work on something else slowly and I will remember to stop and savour the process. Every part of the process.