Is magic

Taking the yarn in my hands, weaving it through my fingers, over the needle, under the needle, is a spell in itself

Counting the stitches, making the picture, is casting a spell

Love in every stitch

Or not

It’s magic – from the little kid who makes a string to the old woman who makes an intricate shawl – it’s magic

In the movement of my hands and fingers, it’s the casting of a spell