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The Loops That Hold Me Together

A reflection on finding calm, comfort, and self through slow crafting


There are days I donโ€™t feel strong.
Days when my body aches.
When energy feels like a story someone else is living.
When the world moves too fast and my breath canโ€™t keep up.

On those days, I pick up my yarn.
Not always to finish something.
Not to be productive or impressive.
But simply to begin.


Loop by loop, my hands remember what my heart forgets:
That I am still here. Still creating. Still capable of shaping beauty from softness.

Three green crocheted coasters arranged on a table, with a white planter containing a pinkish plant, a small green candle, and a round metal tray in the background.

I used to think creating for myself was selfish.
That making something โ€œjust because it feels goodโ€ wasnโ€™t enough.
But slowly โ€” through grief, illness, limitation, and quiet days โ€” Iโ€™ve learned the opposite is true:

Creating for yourself is sacred.
Itโ€™s a way of saying: โ€œI matter, even when Iโ€™m not producing.โ€
โ€œI deserve gentleness, even when Iโ€™m not okay.โ€


Crochet has become more than a hobby.
Itโ€™s become my rhythm. My meditation. My breath when the air feels heavy.

And while it doesnโ€™t fix everything,
it gives me something to hold
when everything else feels like too much.

If youโ€™ve ever picked up your yarn just to feel peace, you are not alone. If youโ€™ve ever stitched through sorrow, joy, exhaustion, or hope, you are not alone.


This is not just a craft.
This is a lifeline.
These loops?
They hold more than thread.
They hold me.


With warmth and stillness,
Bente
Loop of Light


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