A moment presents itself each day in our house, never at a convenient moment, usually as I struggle to complete three tasks in a noisy space: Harriet brings me a knot to untie. At the sight of it I tense up. If only I could see it in that moment, instead of just in this one, as an invitation to give the three tasks a rest, sit down, and savor the unworking of a knot. A knot can be so enjoyable, like a puzzle. Sometimes the puzzle is twelve knots all in a row. Sometimes it's one very tight knot that requires extra fine handwork or a makeshift tool. Sometimes knots can be fun, sometimes not. Either way, they present an opportunity to pause and focus on one thing. Long live knots.