May I tell you what it is like to sit here in my studio hand stitching a doll? Music is quietly playing. Outside it is windy and cold and pretty much miserable. There is a heating vent at my feet. There is fabric and needle and thread.
If I turn off the music there is only the sound of the wind outside and the thread moving through the fabric. The doll rests in one hand with my fingers pinching the areas to be stitched. It is heaven, of the oldest and most valued kind. I feel the connection of early sewers sitting in front of a fire place - perhaps only a lantern to light their way.
Meanwhile stories float through my mind and heart making a place for this soon-to-be finished hand stitched doll.
"A happy life must be to a great extent a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy dare live." - Bertrand Russell
