Repeated stabbing of the fabric, pulling the thread. A meditation, trance-like. Until the pain begins in the tips of my fingers. After all these years of sewing, I still haven't learned to use a thimble. I've tried, but it always feels foreign, uncomfortable. I prefer to feel everything, much like I prefer gardening without gloves so I can feel the earth. There is something soothing about the pain, like I'm putting more of my soul into the work. Weaving my own stories with each stab and pull.