I woke up at 5am this morning with a heavy heart, so sad for the people of Connecticut.
Rather than just lay there with my mind spinning, I got out of bed and ventured downstairs to my sewing space.
Sorting embroidery floss. Ironing. A little mending. These are the things I do at times like this. As the floss comes untangled, as the wrinkles are ironed away, I somehow feel more untangled and less wrinkled.
It doesn’t change the world. Things are still hard and likely to get harder. But, peace, even in sorrow, is not impossible.
I refuse to give in to fear. I refuse to give in to hate. I refuse to give in to evil.