Mourning Dove Shawl

Posted on Instagram on March 18, 2019

I knit this during the past month.
Threading through darkness.
Struggling to take a deep breath.
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Two sweet mourning doves would come to eat and play under the big fig tree and, brave little things, despite Pooh keeping an eye on them, they would hop fly hop a few steps from my window.
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To see them would always lift me up.
A childish glee.
A big smile.
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They reminded me of sweetness.
Of being what you are - maybe not flashy, maybe very humble - to just be yourself and be fine with that.
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And one morning I found a little, black tail feather waiting outside for me 💙
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It is all handspun wool - spun on the century old wheel with her silent tales to tell.
Hand knit with the inclusion of a traditional Shetland lace pattern.
Something grandmas of old would wear.
Yes!