Untangling yarn requires the utmost patience and the lightness of touch.
I spent last night and part of this morning with my fingertips buried in soft white yarn, remaining calm and stationary except for the smallest movements of my hands in the tangled ball.
Pull gently, never pull anything tight.
Follow strings through into the centre of the mess.
A gentle loosening, over and over.
One small movement at a time.
Coaxing freedom, never insisting and never forceful. Only lightness.
I have never felt more patient.
The afghan is on its way.
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