The Prescription for Knitting

I learned to knit as a child. I actually remember as learning to R...I....P over and over and over. Grandma was patient, but sitting still that long was soooo hard. I excelled at sewing little dresses, made a quilt when I was 12 but knitting was not my thing. Grandma tried until the day she died to get me to give it another try. She must be chuckling in heaven, nudging my grandad, see I told her so! I started knitting again about a year ago, at the insistence of a friend who is also a psychiatrist (every one should have a mental health pro as a pal). I was overwhelmed by life (more about that later) and wondering if I needed therapy and prozac. She looked at me a wrote a prescription: "Two sticks and a ball of yarn". She said it would help with my ability to remain calm in the storm, it would give nervous mind and fingers something to do, it would provide a meditation space wherever I went and most of all it would reduce the anxiety and stress. Reduce stress, she must be kidding, all I could think about was Rip, rip, rip, hours of knitting and ripping!!! However, I chose to follow her advice, went to Mom and dug out some sticks, some yarn and a how to book and reminded myself how to knit.