With each down-up of the needle and every swoosh of thread, a connection of some sort is occurring.
Layers of cloth are being connected to one another.
Threads are interlocking, laying down a path for the eye to follow.
Shapes and colors are being joined in a seemingly random fashion but when all is said and done, there is cohesion.
And something in my heart and mind is stitched together as well…thoughts, concerns, dreams…
…perhaps not answers but connection. A sense of all-is-well-for now. An ability to breathe amongst the frayed edges.
This is the Stitching life.