I am a Maker…

I make a mess. I make clutter. I make children. I make dinner. I make mistakes, often good ones. I make friends. I make hats. I make art. I make myself dizzy with a mind oh so busy. I spin, literally. I am a maker.

I am a maker. I weave wool. I weave love. I weave words.

I am a maker. I make memories. I capture light. I capture a moment, I freeze it. I capture time, but I cannot make it. Time is sweeping by, unbidden, galloping unbridled and this is why I make.

I make so I can breathe, I make so I can experience, so I can feel.