This beautiful piece brought me peace and tears this morning. I had to share.
“She put her good steed to the walls and leapt lightly over them” (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
There’s a tale – in myths or legends –
Of women gathering before the departure of a traveler and together stitching a garment, or a saddle blanket, or banner
Over each neat, hand-sewn stitch, a plea, a prayer, a fervent wish for safe passage was whispered.
I am making shelter dog beds. By hand. Stitch by stitch.
It’s something I do before hurricane season – late August through September is when we watch
Also some the week after Christmas as the bitter, wet cold, if it comes, arrives in January.
Nothing fancy, just patched together scraps of old, but sturdy, thick towels, durable bedspreads that were deemed last year’s style, and what remnants I collect during the year.
There’s always a few far too delicate for much use – luxuriously soft, plush ones that the city…
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