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CHRISTMAS
Making Things Put Love Back Into Christmas
This year I stepped away from the shopping madness and surprising things happened to me
I lay the fabric down and measure. The rolling blade separates the fibers at the weave or across the weave, with a crunch. I feel a combination of power, control, and unbelievable fear I will make a mistake. Did I measure wrong? Will I waste this piece and have to cut again?
There was something burning inside me this holiday season, a notion that things must be done differently this Christmas.
I am rushing now. Its a few days before Christmas and my little Santa’s workshop is buzzing with activity.
I made a decision a few weeks ago, this will be the year I make all my gifts by hand. I wanted a challenge and I also wanted a break from my creative writing. I was stuck and beating myself up because of the stuckness, so I stopped, exhaled and looked around.
My creativity needed somewhere to go, so why not make things.
The world was on fire, people were killing each other, wars were raging in far away but familiar places, people were starving, homeless, and scared.
