As a child, I was quiet - hopelessly introverted. Embroidery became my refuse, especially during family gatherings. With needle and thread in hand, I could focus for hours, letting the rhythm of stitching replace the pressure to speak. It offered me a silent language, one that allowed me to express myself without words.
Today, embroidery remains both a creative outlet and a grounding practice. Whether I'm seeking focus, peace, or presence, I return to it as a form of mindfulness. Each stitch is intentional - a small act of care, of centering, of quiet resistance in a noisy world.
