Over Thanksgiving break, I came around the corner to find my daughter and her wife sitting side-by-side, crocheting. It almost brought me to tears, this quiet creative camaraderie in the middle of the kids’ chaos. I love everything about this–they were here with us; they were creating separately, together; they were making gifts with their own hands. It ties me to my grandmother, who taught me to crochet when I was young. It links us all to needle crafters everywhere, who practice their art slowly, carefully, often over decades.
If you have the chance this year, please make someone a gift. It can be a scarf, or some cookies, or a poem. Anything. Practice your craft. Share your heart.
Made for Ordinary Time 