Practice

I taught myself the rudiments of embroidery when I was ten years old from a kit I bought at a local store, and making anything by hand continues to be one of the great joy centers of my life.

It is a joy shared by millions upon millions of people around the world, a thirst unquenched by industry or technology. In fact, it seems to me that the need to use our hands to create grows exponentially in response to industry and technology.

Today’s poetical excerpt is for all you makers out there.

You know who you are.

SH-practice slow poetry

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