i love to make lace. The movement of the bobbins, the rhythm, and then the product -lace
It gives me such peace.
When I had the opportunity to visit in Brugge there was a bench in the garden with the following poem inscribed on it
A quiet mind melts out perfection
A sure hand travels to and fro
Serene beauty weaves itself around the pins
Oh Lord guide the bobbin of my life
Make all the pins I leave golden ones
And make the lace of my life a joy to behold
