I was chased by three angry female guanacos while my husband attempted to hold them off long enough for me to carry the new baby to the barn.

The baby is coming I imagine and wait I knit and wait Knitting makes all the difference

The blade passes skin-close, The animal is left exposed. What remains is soft and beautiful. We are bare and new again.

I learned to knit when I was six, I wasn't alone with dropped stitches. People can be dropped stitches, too. Lifelines are the answer. We just need to find them.