tine sparkles

A few stitches. I am trying to make the line as straight as possible with my needle. It's the line where paper meets fabric. It has an interesting look and feel to it. I am careful not to sting myself. I am ignoring the never tiring inner critic [ ha! what is this supposed to be? do you think you can sew? you can't do that! oh, so foolish!] and am continuing on, pushing through. Maybe it is foolish and silly, yes, so what?! I am enjoying this slow pace and precision work where I have to focus. It's a challenge for myself with an unknown outcome because I have no end product in mind.

I'm just playing. I'm being hilrious. I want to do this.
I need to do this. For myself.

My mind is beginning to empty after a while. Being free of worries, what-ifs, fears, assumptions and prejudices that usually cloud my head. There is just peace while I'm listening to the birds singing their beautiful songs outside in my garden.
'I can do this, I can do this' my needle is whispering. 

I am crossing the line on many levels.