Empowerment through Knitting

" I heard the news today, oh, boy. . ." the Beatles tune echoed through my mind as London was being rocked by bombs. As I sat in front of my computer, numb from the headlines "We all thought we were going to die" my brain began to fog. No amount of caffeine could assuage the headache exploding in my head, a metaphor for the horrific explosions felt across the globe. The symptomology suggested that this was just a hairline fracture in the facade, the something deep, complex was to emerge from the foggy depths.

The image was of Pallas Athena, the awesome Goddess of Wisdom and Crafts, Strategist and Father's Daughter. She sprung from my head as she was born from her father Zeus's head, struck by a double-edged axe, opening a way for Athena to emerge. Athena, fully armored, the visor of her helment pushed back to reveal her beauty, a shield with intwined snakes emblazoned upon it over her arm, a spear in one hand and a spindle in the other, a dark eyed owl upon her shoulder. She was the goddess who presided over battle and strategy in wartime and over domestic arts in peacetime. Athena had the fearless ability to weave the world together with strands of wool into a united tapestry. I called in her wisdom, strategy and foresight as a guide. The strands of yarn lead me into her realm, as Ariadne had led Theseus out of the Minotaur's labyrinth with her red yarn. I then knew what I had to do.

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