Neat little packages

I'm drawn to small patterns, neat, usually symmetric patterns. Predictable, intricate, repeating patterns. Crisp detail, perfect circles, and in the case of the photo above the clear anticipation of life waiting to burst forth. I like the implication of action in a non-action photo.

You don't really need to know this, you may not care, or for those who are still reading, this might make sense to you. Your brain may search for order, logic and reason where there usually is none. Growing up amidst near constant chaos will do this to a person. I am certain of that.

And so I find myself a knitter among other things but that isn't my point, it just merely makes sense. Patterns, order, predictability, control. This is knitting, it comforts many of us. I am thankful for the knitting.

Even though life doesn't fit into neat little planned packages as in a knitted pattern, where the outcome is known before one begins, I am learning to take hold of happiness while being surrounded by the imperfectness of it all. I am thus provided with the chance to learn, to grow and to know that uncertainty is okay, as long as it is not chaos, as chaos is a monster. It hides in closets and at the bottom of dark stairways and under little girls' beds. It never goes away. Unless the little girl finally grows up, and walks cleanly away down her own open path, leading to who knows where.