Sep 14, 2020— “It starts with a craving to fill the long evening downslant. There will be whole wide days of watching winter drag her skirts across the mud-yard from east to west, going nowhere. You will want to nail down all these wadded handfuls of time, to stick-pin them to the blocking board, frame them on a twenty-four-stitch gauge. Ten to the inch, ten rows to the hour, straggling trellises of days held fast in the acreage of a shawl. Time by this means will be domesticated and cannot run away. You pick up sticks because time is just asking for it, already lost before it arrives, scattering trails of leavings.” More in this evocative essay by Barbara Kingsolver. (865 reads)
Take ActionDo you embed “evidence of the human hand” in the work (or play) that you do? If yes, what have you learned from the practice of your craft? If not — think about where in your life you experience the joy of crafting.