About that peace...

by Christina


We must come to see that the end we seek is a society at peace with itself, a society that can live with its conscience.
— Martin Luther King Jr
Sweet winter…

Sweet winter…

Hello from the depths of January… the land is frozen, the winds are howling, and when the sun shines, the ice crystals sparkle in the sky. We are knee-deep in a series of winter storms with brutal temps and harsh wind-chill… isn’t winter grand? Despite the dark days and less than desirable temperatures there is just something so wonderful and magical about winter. I’ve finally decided to declare that winter truly is my favorite season but I know it's easy for me to make this declaration from a home that is heated and that not all have that opportunity. While all the seasons have a special place in my heart… it is winter that makes me feel at home.

A winter walk…

A winter walk…


Over the past couple of weeks, there has been a very intense conversation on Instagram with polite words and some harsh ones about the reality of privilege and racist ideas present in the knitting community. The interactions were sparked by a blog post that conveyed a lack of understanding of issues related to diversity, racism, and privilege. While I read so many comments and felt superfluous to the conversation, it wasn’t until I read a quote by Martin Luther King Jr. that I began to reflect on my actions, thoughts, and the impact this has on my work with Project Peace.

Here’s the quote:

“…the great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; …Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will.
— Martin Luther King Jr.


This quote stopped me in my tracks. I wanted to run… why, you ask? Let me explain…

  1. At the beginning of 2019, I picked a word (as I have the past few years) to provide intention and focus to my actions throughout the year. I wanted a word that would turn my attention to reclaiming some focus, to help me intentionally work to decrease all the overwhelming forces that are at work in my life. A word that would capture the work needed to focus on health, family, home, and peace-making efforts… I picked the word ORDER.

    Little did I know until I read this quote that there were negative connotations associated with the word order… that this word has come to represent “law and order” and for many that’s associated with racism and privilege. How did I not know this? I must do better.

  2. From there, the phrase “negative peace is the absence of tension…” took my breath away… and not in a good way. I began to question if my approach to Project Peace was perpetuating negative peace rather than promoting true peace. My stomach sank and a knot began to form in my throat… what have I done?

  3. And there was more, people began to talk about the derogatory term of “snowflakes.” I had no idea this meant anything other than an ice crystal falling from the sky but sure enough it represents racist ideas and white privilege tracing back to the mid-1800s… I’ve written about snowflakes, even posted photos with snowflakes and I had just picked snow as my theme for Project Peace 2019. I had no idea. I must do better. And yes, I picked a new theme.

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
— Martin Luther King Jr.

It’s been more than 2 weeks since I read that post… not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought about that quote and my next step forward. I’ve had several meaningful conversations with a couple of close friends as well as hours discussing this with my Mum. Should I just avoid this and not bring this to your attention? But what I’ve learned is that being silent on this topic perpetuates the severity of the situation and is not the right path. I must speak up and I must bring this back to the topic of peace.

First, let me say that I have now read of multiple accounts of people representing different financial backgrounds, body sizes, and color demonstrating the tremendous lack of inclusivity existing in our knitting and fiber community. The conversations on Instagram specifically addressed lack of diversity, racist ideas, and the presence of white privilege. The lack of inclusivity is real. I am aghast I didn’t see it. And I will do better.

This blog remains a place to bring awareness to our own individual actions, a “virtual home” that welcomes all regardless of faith, gender, color, political affiliation, ethnicity, age, body size/type, body ability, or skill level.

My goal with Project Peace is to provide an opportunity to choose peace in one’s day. I use knitting as a metaphor as well as through the act of knitting. I have intentionally chosen to not focus on religion or politics in my blog posts. Over the years, I have been criticized for this. During these past few weeks, I began to question whether that approach was creating “negative peace.” Was I doing this to merely avoid the “absence of tension?” I’ve asked myself this question over and over —is my definition of peace this “absence of tension”?

With heartfelt, sincere and deep reflection, I can now answer that with a solid “no.” My intention is, and always has been, not to avoid conflict but to create a welcoming space for all. I want a blog space, a Ravelry home, an Instagram feed where everyone is welcome from the moment they virtually enter. My goal is to plant seeds, to create a ripple effect that each one of us will choose kind words when we talk to ourselves, to family members, strangers, that person who cuts you off in traffic. My hope is that regardless of your identity, your approach to peace is not driven by the absence of tension but rather to create a world where justice is for all… your motive in all that you do and all you support. That when you make yarn, pattern, and shop choices in your knitting, you consider peace as a reason to make a purchase… to support a shop, a family business, a rancher, even factory workers in a country that’s not where you reside.

In 2015, I entered into a relationship with this seemingly simple five-letter word… it’s as if I went on a blind date with the concept of peace, fell in love with all the beautiful components of this word. Now just three years into this committed relationship, I find that this one word is perhaps the most important and impactful word in all the lands.

The events of the past few weeks has made me question my involvement with this “word” and if I should persist. Am I doing more harm than good? And then I realized that those committed to peace don’t throw in the towel when things get tough. We persist. We learn. We grow. We can’t walk away from the discussion, let alone the work… this is uncomfortable work but vital to creating a just world. We stand here together.

I must admit that promoting peace in the knitting community is a tough sell. Here, in my blog I’ve always felt I’m talking to and with those who share my commitment, my belief, my desire to have a world where justice is for all… the essence of ‘peace.’ However, the number of people in the fiber and knitting industry that resist engaging in this process, well, it boggles my mind. I’ve not yet been able to identify the reason for this resistance, but it exists. I plan to continue identifying ways to engage in discussions and to use my platform, my position, to join with voices for change. I plan to double down on efforts to ensure my blog, my Ravelry forum is welcome to everyone, reaching out in ways I perhaps haven’t before.

Let’s make December 21, World-wide Knit for Peace Day stand for something. The United Nations declared September 21 the “International Day of Peace” as a day when all warring nations would put down their weapons. As a commuKNITty, let’s pick up our sticks and string and say “yes” to peace. Let’s welcome all…

Peace begins within and ripples…. To impact those around us, to create change whether that’s interpersonal, political, or global.

Dreams are the seeds of change. Nothing ever grows without a seed and nothing ever changes without a dream.
— Debby Boone

I dream of a day when all are welcome… my part in making this happen will be to continue this journey with peace. To knit on through the good and challenging times and to never falter.

Join me… let’s break down barriers, become aware of—and defeat—our own biases, and welcome all to our commuKNITty.

You see, our glorious diversity – our diversity of faiths, and colors, and creeds – that is not a threat to who we are, it makes us who we are.
— Michelle Obama

Day 20. Pretend...

by Christina


Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
— Hans Christian Anderson

Each year for Project Peace, I’ve ended with a fable, fairy tale, folk story as a way to connect many of the elements we’ve explored during our 21-day journey. For days, weeks, months, I’ve wondered… how will I write another story? How will this come together? And for most of Project Peace, I’ve questioned whether or not I’d figure out my fable. I thought “Perhaps this year, my ending is supposed to be different?” And then, on Monday, running around busy like a squirrel, all the pieces came together.

Peace seed #20.

So, to celebrate this 20th day, I’ve written you a woodland tale, a pretend story if you will…one filled with imagination. Grab a cup of tea, get cozy…

Photo by Nicole, @thegentleknitter

Photo by Nicole, @thegentleknitter

A squirrel “tale…”

Once upon a time, deep in the woods lived a young squirrel with the bushiest of tails. His parents had taught him how to be a good squirrel… pick up nuts, move them from point A to point B, store them for winter, and build a warm nest high in a tree made of the finest autumn leaves. His father had said “This is your role, your job, your livelihood. Now go forth and do good in the woods… acquire, store, rest, repeat.”

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So, he set off, dashing here and there as a squirrel tends to do, to find his own tree, a place to call home.

And while it didn’t take long for him to find that perfect tree, the days seemed to become a bit repetitive… pick up nuts, move them around, and store them for winter. Our squirrel was certainly appreciative of the abundance provided by the trees, a feast of nuts to sustain him all winter long, however there was something else tugging at his little squirrel heart that just wouldn’t go away.

One day while the squirrel methodically gathered nuts in preparation of the quickly approaching winter, it just so happened that he wasn’t paying much attention. He was mindlessly at work as if he was on auto-pilot. Little did he know that a sheep, large and woolly had meandered into the squirrel’s neighborhood.

A sheep you say, yes a sheep… deep in the woods. And one might say he was a lost sheep but the interaction that was about to transpire might make you question whether the presence of the sheep was haphazard or intentional.

The sheep bleated but our squirrel, in a bit of a fog didn’t even hear the noise. Again, the sheep bleated and stomped his foot. The squirrel stopped, looked up and saw the magnificent creature before him.

“Hello,” said the squirrel, “what are you doing here in the woods, you don’t live here?”

The sheep said “I know… I’ve come to see you.”

The squirrel cocked his head to the side, a bit puzzled. A sheep? To see me?

And for whatever reason, the squirrel began to tell the sheep about his days and how he longed for more… to do more than acquire, store, rest, repeat… I want to do good in this woods but am not sure what that means for me… as a squirrel.

The sheep pondered and gazed at the squirrel; the silence became a bit uncomfortable until the sheep said this:

“I don’t know what I have to offer you but I can tell you one thing….

Be present.

When you gather nuts, don’t go about your job aimlessly… do it with intention and focus.

Be present.”

So, the squirrel darted off contemplating the advice and shifted his focus to gathering nuts with intention.

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One day, while taking a break from his work, the squirrel stopped to reflect on the encounter with the sheep. He sat on the most glorious of red toadstools to think more about how he could do good in the woods still wondering what that might be…

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And as he paused, a rabbit appeared… the squirrel was puzzled. What is a rabbit doing in this part of the woods? The rabbit hopped over to the squirrel and stopped.

And for whatever reason, the squirrel began to tell the rabbit about his days, the meeting with the sheep, his dreams for something bigger… and how he wanted to do good in the woods.

The rabbit pattered her big floppy foot, paused and gazed into the eyes of the squirrel until the silence was almost unbearable. And then the rabbit said:

“I don’t know what I have to offer you but I can tell you this… Be still.”

And as oddly as the rabbit appeared she quickly vanished into the brush.

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“What? Be still? What does that mean?” said the squirrel.

So, the squirrel did as any squirrel would do after such an odd interaction… he found two twigs on the ground and a long thread from a low-hanging spider’s web and began to knit

…he knit and knit and knit.

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Several months later, the squirrel was busy at work, moving nuts intentionally, when he heard an odd noise coming from the outer edge of the woods… he was curious so he grabbed his knitting (just in case a free moment might arise) and followed the sound. Soon, he came upon a pond, the most beautiful of all ponds with one goose swimming in the water singing a song.

The squirrel ran up to the water’s edge to meet the beautiful bird. And for whatever reason, he began to tell the goose about his days, the meeting with the sheep, the rabbit, his new found love of knitting, and his dreams for something bigger… and how he wanted to do good in the woods.

The goose smiled and said “oh you sweet little squirrel with a bushy tale… the answer is very simple.

Listen….

Listen to the whispers of the trees,

Listen to the water in the stream,

Listen to your heart,

And listen for the sound of the geese….”

Just then a skein of geese flew overhead in the most perfect V formation, a strand of pearls in the sky.

The goose said “follow the geese, they are pointing you in the direction that you need to go…”

The squirrel thanked the goose for this final piece of wisdom he needed… with gratitude, he laid the most exquisite cowl on the ground made from the thread of a spider’s web to keep the goose’s long neck warm in the upcoming cold winter months.

And that skein of geese, pointed him home, to his place in the woods, to gather nuts and to hide them deep in the earth, to plant them for the future… to keep the woods alive…

To finding peace in the very place that you are… choose to do good even with the simplest of tasks.

The End.

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peace to all… one stitch, one step, one seed (or nut) at a time…

make space for peace

~Christina