On the tip of my tongue lies a needle. As I'm sewing two pieces of fabric together to blanket a pillow. What am I try to say here you ask?
I am making a pillow for my sister for Christmas. Oh Oh Oh Oh.... I don't sow. Ask the flannel pj bottoms who have a growing hole in an important area. Back to sowing. So, this action is a first and let me say this. I am grateful for my wonderful friends. One who knows how to sow and teaches me how to start it up. And for the other friend (I have two friends, so this won't be complicated). who gifted me a Led Zeppelin shirt for xmas. Thanking the higher power for these two people. They serve an almighty wonderful adventurous job: to be my friend. Here's to building a friendships within our own neural pathways. To where we have traveled within our minds, bodies, and this reality. I strum my non-existent harp to the power of life for bringing us together. At this moment, I still have a needle in my mouth hanging like a toothpick. Must get back to sowing. But a release of appreciation was needed.
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