Breath by breath, life falls apart; little moments of now become memories of past somehow.
When the seasons of life change and the cold comes creeping in, remember to light your fireplace by your bedding.
The fallen pieces of your life crave the sense of touch: the touch of love like a binding wool.
Criss-cross and stitching through, things come together and become a new.
Whether in knitting or in life, the act of coming together is a gracious sight
Little steps of living, learning and doing; patience it takes, so we give:
Until we bind the pieces of our life again, and become ready to wear the cardigan of hope yet again!