I found incredible joy in knitting what started out as "the goddamn socks" and ultimately became the meditation socks. The intimacy of sock knitting, with its small needles and the ability to hold the whole piece in my hands was comforting,and I fell in love with the calm and experience of knitting all over again. I briefly dated a man who thought he should be the rightful recipient. As with cooking, I have learned not to lavish too much of myself on someone too soon, and the unfinished socks remained with me after this man left my life.
When I realized who might be the perfect recipient for the socks- and I considered many - the experience came full circle. I gave them to a friend with whom I've had a fragile relationship, and it felt really good. I could never have knit for him before, because it might have implied an expectation. Now it was possible. And the love story of the socks turns out to be with me.