Small Stone #21:
The soft fibers of the embroidery floss slips between my fingers. Thumbs press on index fingers, holding the strands to stillness. Over, under...in between. Pulling, adjusting, keeping flat. Braiding the threads while the news speaks of this day, weaving thoughts of hope and justice through my mind. Tie a knot, then another...a pause in the braid, a pause in my reflections. My nimble fingers begin the braid again, floating forward into our future.
January 21, 2013