Seeing purpose in all things no matter how small, or undefined. Each small task, minuscule, insignificant seemingly unimportant
holds a reason for being.
The seed
the toiled dirt
the pollen
the spinning spool
the collected shell
The tool to carve the shell into a button
the needle
the stitch
the knot at the end
the hand the many hands that passed the button on to me.
Hand-sewn button on the backside of a 19th-century linen pillowcase.
Perfect harmony, and still intact. Whatever task I do, no matter how small, I want to give it my best.
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