Sighting:
Listening:
My soul leapt while listening to M'appari, Tutt'amor. I had to close my eyes.
Touching:
My soul leapt as my hands scrunched a skein of soft black wool, velvety softness to knit into a pair of fingerless gloves.
I penned a little note this morning to send away to my sewing friend thanking her for hosting our Sewing Group just this past Saturday in he...