sewing (again)

there's something infinitely soothing about
the soft repetitive prick and pull
the cares and burdens of the week fade
beneath the gentle rhythm of needle and thread

no, not many posts this last week.  to tell the truth, I've been finding it hard to love life.  but at the end of a long, harder-than-it-should-be day, sewing awaits.  something about the smooth, repetitive motion, the soothing rhythm, slows, strokes my tender soul and buries my cares underneath stitch after blessed stitch.

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