|pile o pears in slanting light|
Here I am again recounting my experience of crocheting and stitching as meditative, soothing, healing. Maybe that's why my ancestral women did so much of it. Stitch by tiny stitch, healing the frazzled nerves of motherhood, of busy days on the farm, of stretching small resources. Me, I do it 'cause I love color and fiber and texture and form. Oh, and yes! It soothes my raw edges of working motherhood, of co-parenting, of too damn much to do in too little time. And then I cluster them in the last rays of sun on a barely spring day and I feel "Ahh....delightful!"
Joann Tomsche 3/20/12