alike from afar
but endlessly varied
stitches line
the edges of all we touch
of our made being
Day 28
28 Tuesday Apr 2015
Posted in Ancient, Art, Meditation, Nature, Work life
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This is perfectly thought-provoking and begs to be read over and over. That word “stitches” is so evocative.
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Thanks. I was listening to an interview by a woman who was talking about how crocheting is a perfect metaphor for the order of the universe!!! Or something like that ….
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Jennifer, you do such a wonderful job of encapsulating so much in few words. Bravo.
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Thanks very much! Always happy to hear good things from you, Victoria.
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