Margie
Stillness

In a distant pond, before the heat of day,
a lotus breaks the still water.

A promise is born.
Awakening

Light finds the edge of the leaf
and does not hurry.

The world wakes slowly, on its own terms.
Craft

Fingers follow the fiber's path.
Each passing hour becomes an offering.

What is gathered with intention takes shape gently.
Patience

The cloth teaches what haste never can.
Every thread holds the
memory of makers hand.

What is tended with devotion reveals itself slowly.
Becoming

The loom holds its silence.
Nothing here is rushed toward finishing.

The shape begins to speak for itself.
Transformation

Work rests in the hush between tides.
A pale light lingers, casting shadows of what's to come.

What began in nature now carries live of its own.
Home

The garment is finally
lifted from the worktable.

It bears the quite of evidence of time given freely.

Made by hands that understand there was nothing to hurry.
Peace

Morning opens before her.
The garment meets the light.

Grace enters the world without a sound.