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Report from the Mindful Knitting Retreat
With Tara Jon Manning Highlands Lodge March 9-12, 2006 |
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I’ve attended large casual fiber gatherings, I’ve attended equally large but formally structured educational events, and I’ve even been responsible for the Knitter’s Review retreats with 70-some attendees and an agenda spanning the educational and informal. But this was the first time I've attended an extremely small event with a hybrid focus on knitting and wellness. By extremely small I mean there were 13 attendees, including myself, plus four facilitators. Now in its second year, the Mindful Knitting Retreat was a delicate blend of knitting and wellness through meditation, yoga, and massage. It attracted a varied group of women, curious and interested to explore the connection further. Who better to organize such an event than Tara Jon Manning, author of Mindful Knitting |
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Getting There The road took us over dramatic frost heaves and past bucolic farms. Signs clearly indicated that we were leaving city life behind. |
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People stayed either in the lodge itself—a typical New England farmhouse—or in one of several cabins tucked in the hillside behind the lodge. Snow, ice, and slush had made the road to the cabins impassible by car, so the lodge owner drove us up there in his jeep and most of us walked back and forth for the duration of the weekend. |
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Our private dining area in the lodge was suitably decked out with yarns. One of the waitresses, who had a hand-dyed yarn business with her mother, had set up a display in one corner of the room. |
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In another corner, Margaret Klein Wilson had her Mostly Merino yarns and garments on display (shown at right). In another corner, Tara had a mini-trunk show of garments from her books. And in the final corner, we had a beautiful heap of yarns from the on-site masseuse, who also raised sheep. |
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What We Did |
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After a brief break, we were treated to an optional yoga session. |
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I skipped yoga the first day in favor of a massage. Another cabin had been converted into a makeshift massage room. A local massage practitioner offered her services for two solid days. |
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You could tell who had just had a massage because of the blissed-out look on their faces and because they’d be glistening with oil. (The masseuse followed an ayurvedic practice involving copious amounts of sesame oil for the body and coconut oil for the face.) |
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I missed lunch because of my massage, and when I finally made it back down to the lodge I discovered staff had been holding lunch for me. I sat alone in the sunny room and watched birds feed on the feeder outside. |
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Despite the thoughtful attention to programming, I confess that one of the most memorable parts of this event had nothing to do with knitting whatsoever—it was the meals. They were copious, homemade and delicious. |
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Afternoons were free for exploration. Some people went snowshoeing, while others took walks down to the lake or visited the town of Greensboro. Yet others, myself included, relaxed in the lodge and knit together. |
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We gathered at 4pm for tea and fresh-from-the-oven cookies. That's when we finally made our formal introductions, which helped chip away at the last bit of nervousness in the group. |
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To help anchor the spiritual element of the weekend, Tara presented us with a knitting challenge: to knit adorable little baby hats that would be donated to a local women's shelter. Using Green Mountain Spinnery's Cotton Comfort yarn we followed an original pattern from Manning's forthcoming book, Nature Babies |
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While we sipped our tea, Tara led a technical session on how to read her pattern chart, how to turn a cable (with and without a cable needle), and how to seam up the hat edge. |
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And then, having had our last food contact only two hours prior, it was time for dinner and an early bedtime. |
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The next morning we added a walking meditation to our practice. We must've made quite a peculiar sight as we left the lodge and began our slow, meditative walk uphill to our cabin. A passer-by joked, "Guess we don't need our slow-motion cameras!" |
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The morning was spent in another meditation and mindful knitting session and optional yoga, capped off by another delicious lunch. |
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In the afternoon over tea, Margaret Klein-Wilson led a workshop on how to keep a knitting journal. |
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Saturday evening, having spent 48 hours in fairly close quarters, we were finally starting to warm up. The volume in the dining room reached near-yell levels. Laughter was everywhere. A pile of completed hats was already growing on one of the tables, and we were reminded of how good it feels to knit something and give it away. |
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It's a Small World After All Even in a small group of disparate people—piano professors, 2nd-grade teachers, mystery novelists, information technology professionals, literary agents, acquisitions editors, and humble knitting publishers, to name a few—you can discover deep commonalities. I didn't realize until after I'd left how much of an impact these people had on me. Their voices, their laughter, their stories were with me still as I ventured back into civilization. Which makes me realize that the real value of these gatherings often may have nothing to do with the structure or agenda or itinerary—it's in simply giving disparate like-spirited people a chance to meet and connect. A Master of Mindfulness? But the connection between spirituality and knitting is one that most knitters sense intuitively as a powerful reality. Events like this can help us harness this connection and deepen our experience of knitting in the process. |
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