Yesterday at lunch, we were talking about the calming effect of doing hand needlework. I mentioned this little poem I found in an old book that really made an impression on me. It is so very true--
Many a heartache has been buried
In the growing petal of a silken rose,
And the sharp edge of sorrow has been dulled
By the sweet, calm monotony of a shining bit of steel.
Anon
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