Fresh Cercle

Longer days, warmer nights, coaxing open the iris buds and reminding us that cycles hold wisdom.

In the quiet moments between stitches, I’ve been thinking about how repair is a kind of remembering.

Not just of the fabric, but of ourselves.

🧵 A frayed edge that calls us back to a moment we thought we’d forgotten.

🪡 A patch placed with care, marking growth.

🧵 Colors chosen not only to match, but to speak.

Mending is more than a skill.

It’s a reverence.

🪡 What are you mending today? A frayed hem? A worn-out thought? Our tattered democracy? They all deserve care.✨

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By age six-and-a-half, Mom was teaching me how to use her Singer sewing machine, and before I was 8 years old, I successfully put in my first zipper.⁣
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By age eight she had shown me how to knit and crochet, embroider, bake, and cook.⁣
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Over time, I added to my portfolio calligraphy, book arts, collaborative art-making...and so much more!
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When I entered high school (we had just moved to Massachusetts from Ohio) and I had made one neighborhood friend -- I asked her if she wanted to start an ecology club with me.⁣
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She said yes -- and got her older sister who got some of her friends to join us.⁣
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These two things from my youth -- making by hand and advocacy for the future -- are what fresh cercle is about⁣.
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Celebrate the beauty of handmade and the power of creating for the future. How are you shaping your world with your hands? Share and inspire each other — drop your thoughts below!