There is still a peacefulness in stitching. It calms and soothes. Sitting and listening to a book from the public library.
Selecting the fabric scraps and then the threads. Deciding on the shapes and sizes I will use.
Discarding those that don’t fit into that particular meditation.
Arranging, pinning and then beginning. All a part of the process. Creating a rhythm. Stitching and stitching until it is complete.