All rolled up and ready to go off to the
The Middle of the World.
I was overwhelmed
had to sit down and wipe away the tears.
I am reluctant to let them go.
The pieces are the colours of Nova Scotia
from dye baths of local plants and trees.
There is a piece of me in every stitch.
Each stitch a reflection of my thoughts and feelings
in that meditative rhythm of needle passing through cloth.
I feel I can say more with needle and thread than with words
Words are so black and white...they freak me out!
Stitching is where I can be truly me.
These pieces have been close to my heart for months
and I want to keep them safe at home with me.
But then I remember part of the joy of creating
is sharing the work with others.