Through the eye of My needle

From the time of when I was a young girl my intrigue and imagination was a vast ocean of wonder. I was looking for a place where I belonged. A place that served purpose and understanding, a place that told me who I was and what I was meant to do. Lucky for me that place doesn't exist or it didn't for me.

I found out the hard way like so many others before me learned, through our experiences we find ourselves. Through the grief of loosing my Grandmothers who raised me, I found my way back to the eye of my needle and with the unwavering love and support from my Husband and Son.

When I look through the eye of my needle I see a world that has no limits

Quyana for anyone reading this and I am here to say I am ready to start sewing and creating again