AS the Autumn creeps upon us I am drawn to the mindfulness of the seasons. I always feel some regret as the vegie garden is put to bed and I harvest the last of summer's bounty. I have begun some new samples for upcoming classes and I am spending more time sitting stitching. Once again I am seduced by the rhythm of my needle, the connection with fabric and threads which leave trails of thought behind them. I find the meditative quality of hand stitching grounds me and allows my mind to wander and consider as I work.
I am still busy with Changing Threads and the work involved with the show, so the quiet moments of contemplation serve as a counterpoint to the restless activity of that.
To sew, to stitch, to simply 'be' ...such bliss.
I am still busy with Changing Threads and the work involved with the show, so the quiet moments of contemplation serve as a counterpoint to the restless activity of that.
To sew, to stitch, to simply 'be' ...such bliss.
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