What is truth, anyway?


Where I knit so I can see birds in the trees outside the window opposite


“I knit quite slowly,saying no to haste.
I worship with my truth and am not cowed.”

In this poem  which is the  previous post, my truth means that I learned while knitting Shetland lace that  going backwards to fix mistakes is just as valuable as going forward all the time.I had a vision of the world being made by this backward and forward movement.That if we cannot permit ourselves to make mistakes and then correct them we will never get anywhere in living with others or in creating.
When I was teaching I used to do tough problems without preparing them so  students could see me thinking.They liked that


About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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