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