With a humble hand

While I was visiting my wonderful, beautiful friend –Blythe Fike – I found (among many things) this framed stitch hanging in her girls’ room. It hit me. Hard. So simple, yet so moving. Created by Mary in 1846 – Mary sews her name With a Humble Hand.

Hands knead dough and sprinkle spices. Hands hold. Hands caress and soothe. Hands clean. Hands join other hands for good or ill. Hands create.

With a humble hand, I write what I hope will be glimpses of the beauty, pain, and wonder that I embrace each day.