My dearest ones, I want to tell you what I saw today just from looking outside at the sky: yes, it was grey, and a mist hovered about the window in shadows of condensation. And yes, a heavy fog had been gathering around my heart for so very, very long, coloring everything I saw in shades, even the smallest of things, but today, oh today felt a little like a miracle, because even though I could not see the sun, I could see the thin strands of treetops, still exposed and bare from winter’s straight edges, each of their reaching branches like individual threads, sewing themselves into the sky, and I recalled when I used to embroider by hand, my own threads always too thick inside the hoop, colors bold, unskilled, abrupt, fingertips sore from trying to force so much through that thin cloth all at once, and I thought at that moment what talent it takes for any god to create something beautiful. And maybe that is why we artists want to make things: not because we want to be gods, but because we have seen the hand of something almighty, and we know we are tracing alongside fingers that do everything by design, and perhaps that is why it is we, the creators, who feel so very close to the world, so very much closer to creatures with wings and spirits – because we are learning to become extensions of those incomparable places, where immense beauty has been in hiding within the plainest sight, just waiting to be discovered. Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, Copyright March 6, 2024, All Rights Reserved Dedicated to the poets, writers, creators and artists out there. You know who and how you are. *Thriends is a term used to describe a connection - a friend - on the social media platform Threads.
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