Reflections on a Vocational Happenstance
"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot stop spring from coming. " - Pablo Neruda
Spring is an urgent season. Each of us responds differently, but all creatures feel its pull and hear the call to action.
My e-mail inbox contains two invitations to sell my knitwear, and I know others are on the way. Craft fairs, farmer's markets, and festivals -- soon my calendar will be marked up from June to October with joyful prospects.
These invitations are a call to action. I fell into an unprecedented malaise this winter and have knitted almost not at all since November. I have no inventory to sell -- not one single piece. And I defaulted on a custom order, something I have never done before.
If I say yes to even one of these markets or fairs, I am committing to re-establishing my knitting way of life, and committing to hours and hours of productivity over the next several weeks, and then to continuing all summer long. I cannot imagine my Catskill life without knitting, but I cannot deny that something in me has changed.
I read Neruda's beautiful words early this morning, and my brain tells me that he is right, that spring will come, even if someone has cut all the flowers.
My heart, though. My heart is not certain.