Knitting Into Mystery
A theme has emerged in my short life as a Sinsinawa Dominican. As a candidate in Madison, I lived with a woman who was a knitting fiend (using ‘fiend’ in the very best sense of the word!) She doesn’t know it, but I loved to sit and watch as her needles clicked away. As a novice in St. Louis, I was part of a little knitting circle of Dominican sisters and brothers who occasionally met at the priory to knit … and to talk. Last year, at Women’s Hearth in Spokane, I could always find groups of women sitting together, knitting extraordinarily beautiful pieces of work. What I loved most, though, was just sitting with the women, listening to the banter that accompanied the whir of their knitting needles. Now, in Whitefish Bay/Milwaukee, one of the places I’ve started volunteering is at the Cathedral of St. John, where parish outreach is trying to get a knitting circle off the ground for parishioners and women in a nearby shelter. In my short time with this...