There’s a question that’s been wandering around my mind lately.
Do I actually read?
The honest answer is… not very often.
When I do pick up a book, it’s rarely fiction. Most often it’s something that teaches me, encourages me, or helps me prepare for ministry. But simply reading for the joy of reading? That has somehow slipped quietly into the background.
I’ve been asking myself why.
It’s not that I don’t like books. I do.
It’s just that, given the choice, I’d almost always reach for my knitting needles or my spinning wheel instead.
The rhythm of yarn moving through my fingers settles something deep inside me. A sock grows one round at a time. A spindle fills. A bobbin becomes yarn. My hands are busy, and somehow my mind becomes still.
So perhaps the question isn’t, “Why don’t I read?”
Perhaps the better question is:
Can I read and knit at the same time?
Audiobooks immediately came to mind.
What if stories could accompany my stitches?
What if my knitting became the gentle rhythm beneath someone else’s words?
It feels less like trying to squeeze another hobby into an already full life and more like inviting two old friends to sit together over a cup of tea.
I’m not setting a goal to read fifty books this year.
I’m simply curious.
Maybe I’ll borrow an audiobook from the library. Maybe I’ll knit a few rows while listening. Maybe I’ll discover that stories and stitches belong together after all.
And if they do, perhaps I’ll have found another quiet corner of this slow life I’m trying to cultivate.
Sometimes we don’t need a complete change of direction.
Sometimes we simply need to ask a different question.
Until next time,
Grannie Doll ☕🧶
May your tea stay warm, your stitches stay steady, and may you always find room for one more good story.
