I went on a walk on Sunday in Bells Bend, a park in Nashville located in a spectacular horseshoe-shaped bend in the Cumberland River.
Apart from the setting, it was memorable for the company. A group! We were a group of seven plus two dogs. It was the first time we’d all been together for more than a year, and the whole thing felt like we were off on the Appalachian Trail. Much talk of gear (jackets or no jackets?), provisions (who’s bringing what?), even decorations (a tablecloth and little flowers gleaned from a garden and wrapped in wet paper towels).
I thought about knitting, as we walked. I thought about all the knitters I haven’t seen in so long.
Kay and I met on the internet, almost 20 years ago. Since then, we have traveled thousands of miles together, lived through endless ridiculous and sublime moments, written a river of emails to each other. Still, even as we are constant internet correspondents, we do our best work when we’re in the same room.
Kay just landed in Nashville Monday afternoon, and she’ll be visiting our new headquarters for the first time. It’s been 15 months since we’ve been together.
I wrote the headline for this post before I wrote the post. Why We’re Here. I was intending to write about why MDK is here—as a place for knitters, an entertainment, a source of help. But the question quickly expanded the more I thought about it. It’s the kind of cosmic question that comes to mind while wandering vast meadows beside a river. Why are we here, really?
As best I can tell, we’re all here for each other. We all crave company, and the internet makes that possible. In the past months of isolation, the kindness we have seen on a daily basis from everybody coming to this site is such a balm, such a gift.
Here’s to the day when we can all go wander Bells Bend and stop to knit for a bit.