Hello friend…

I wonder how freeing it might be to let go of all I own, how it might feel to let all those things, fabric, plastic, wood, metal, paper just slip through my fingers.  I sometimes think that once you own a thing, it becomes lifeless.  Bread dough, on the other hand, yarn on knitting needles, a hammer in use, these things are not alive in and of themselves but they are microcosms of the work of creation.

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