Poetry and Bobbin Lace
Both are so delicate, to be crafted one stitch, one word at a time.
They are to be treasured and wrapped
In blue paper, and sold at the county fair.
But what happens when Lark Rise pushes Candleford
Into the future,
And poetry contests and hand-made lace are no longer
On the market?
Their value cannot be monetarily expressed anymore,
and the Blue Paper and the Crafted Words
are put into the attic that Minnie cleans so often at Ms. Lane's request.
Why do we write, if not to be read?
Why sew if it shan't be seen?
There are two sides of any craft, the
Seeing and the Doing.
Times change and the seeing of beauty will be lost to many.
But the Doing..... that persists in the heart of the crafter, the shaper, the maker.
Words unappreciated will make little difference in the world 90% of the time.
That's just a fact to be faced.
However, there are the Liesel Memminger's in the world, who craft the words
and then fell a delicate pathway through the throngs.
We do not write, we do not sew, truly, just to be Seen.
It is in the Doing of it that the joy and beauty come.
