Daily working to be curious about how to put down some of the exhaustive modern ways of thinking and being. Some days are better than others. The days with bits of quiet and quiet creativity embolden me to feel that I have everything I need. The days of exhaustion: a noticing that even restless sleep will bring some clarity the next day to begin the work again.
Building with fibre, even through physical pain, gives me hope and surprisingly: lessens that pain. How much of how we feel is in our minds? If we all worked together to turn away from the insanity of some modern ways of thinking and being and embraced one or two slow practices would we collectively gain some mindful balance? Studies on that are everywhere yet I am also trying to put that down too. Just do, notice, adjust, repeat, with the realization my sphere of influence is a speck (or a spark?!).
Included: three sets of fibre tools that expand the space for creative flow in my yet to be retired aging mind, heart and hands.
quietly creating 
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