Coffee Spin

While the coffee brews, I pick up my spindle with the delightful pink wool and I spin to the music of gurgles and drips. I don’t know why I do this. I am enthralled by the swirl of color and fluff, sparkle and texture, flowing through my hands. I grin at twirling a yo-yo-like wooden … Continue reading Coffee Spin

Twist

I've been mulling over, spinning 'round in my head and heart, a thought. I don't know if I read it somewhere, or if it just floated into my head like a bit of woolly fluff. It's one of those thoughts that brings both a sigh and solace. It winds and weaves its way into the … Continue reading Twist