In this lifetime, I learned to knit with my gran when I was a little girl. I knitted a blanket for my beloved teddy Boulgoum. Then life happened, and I didn’t touch knitting needles until 20 years later, when my son was about 1 and half year old (late 2009).
Back then I was still recovering from an insanely demanding, busy and stressful job which I had lost shortly after the birth of my son and I was wrestling with post natal depression. Then I had the urge to knit. Literally. I bought some acrylic yarn, size 4mm straight needles and I improvised him a scarf here and then…
I was amazed, my fingers remembered how to knit, all these years later!
I knitted another scarf, using a different stitch… The fact I just knew how to knit made me feel braver, so I started knitting shawls as presents for my mum, my gran and my mother-in-law…
The blue shawl in the middle is actually around my neck right now, as I’m writing… well it’s now felted and much, much smaller…
Boy just took that picture of me as I’m writing this blog post… now you can see the shrunk blue shawl around my neck :) – I have a craving for shawls right now!
Then I started knitting all sorts of things. I got too ambitious, refused to swatch, took on big projects, improvised a lot. Unravelled a lot… But I never looked back!
I knit to get a sense of achievement, keep my brain active while learning new skills.
This is my story, but I have heard and read it from other people so many times, over and over. People saying that they just picked up knitting needles and just knew how to knit.
I have even witnessed it while teaching kids and adults how to knit. Some are just ‘natural’.
Some people believe it’s in our genes.
Personally, I believe in reincarnation and in remembering knowledge from previous experiences, in past lives…
“Yoga says instinct is a trace of an old experience that has been repeated many times and the impressions have sunk down to the bottom of the mental lake. Although they go down, they aren’t completely erased. Don’t think you ever forget anything. All experiences are stored in the citta; and, when the proper atmosphere is created, they come to the surface again. When we do something several times it forms a habit. Continue with that habit for a long time, and it becomes your character. Continue with that character and eventually, perhaps in another life, it comes up as instinct.
Many of you might play the guitar. When you first learned, you might have even marked the notes right on the guitar to get the proper finger position. Each time you played, you checked to see which string should be manipulated. But after a few months, you became proficient and could even talk to someone and play at the same time without looking or thinking about it. How? The experience became habit, and eventually the habit became your character. Probably, in another birth, you might easily pick up guitar-playing without much effort. Don’t people say, “Oh, So-and-so is a ‘born’guitarist?”
― Swami Satchidananda, The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali – Verse 9, Book 2
Have you ever had similar experiences?