Every morning we hike at sunrise to watch the sun lift in the east and light up the Flat Irons in the west. The path is full of river stones and rocks. And at this one, I stop and say hello — for it seems to me a perfect description of my working life: weaving, writing, and knitting. And I think, yes, even broken into three fragments, it is still whole.
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I like that… Brokenness and wholeness. A little allegory of the human.
Discrete parts, but one whole — I like knowing that I can have these varied parts without them necessarily being in conflict.