Let me be grateful for this moment's occupation.
Let me find contentment in the pulling of one stitch through another, hastening not toward the garment.
When life seethes around me, let me take sanctuary in the sameness of this pattern. Let me be soothed by the predictable, moment after moment after moment, creating certainty in an uncertain place.
For this I can control, this I can count on.
Let me find joy in the doing, knowing that the having will follow in its own good time.
Blessed be this humble stitch.
And this one.
And this one.
And this one.
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