I probably should find a way to put the explanation of this blog's name in a box that stays over on the right somewhere and, when I figure that out...
Until then, why is this blog called Endless Knots?
It began with a short story that I wrote called, yes, "Endless Knots," a version of which is posted here and which I recently submitted to a special issue of Global City Review, a literary journal, whose issue theme is "Knit Together."
I knit. Knitting is the stringing together of beautiful endless knots.
I network. Knotting together people I know, even those I don't, for some strange karma puts the latter in my path, even when I'm not looking. Like when I'm on the train and my seatmate is, nearly invariably, another writer.
And I much love the endless knot symbol of Tibetan Buddhism, one of its "eight auspicious signs."
Some years ago, I decided to knit the endless knot into each sweater, vest, hat, scarf, and other odd garment. The one here is from a vest I knit for a very special friend. And, as I sit here typing this, on a very cold June day in Boston, I'm wearing a sweater with the same symbol knit into the back.
Endless knots. All of us connected, whether we know it, like it, or care about it. We are endlessly knotted together.
