still something in these wooden beads and the knots i tie. i know it feeds something deep in my soul to make them. to put the colors together in a bowl and then see them come alive with the knots. i know it makes me remember that my brother pushed this creative outlet into my life to make it past the loss of his precious life. i know it keeps me connected to the wonder of each day and that we are all connected in our hearts forever. it gives me such deep moments of joy that from coast to coast the same beads are holding people that i love.
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