There is a certain magic to making something with your own hands. A machine might make the edges straighter, the colors neater, the printing a little more legible. But it’s not about that, and you know it. It’s not about being perfect. It’s about being proud of what you can do, whatever you can do, that you do as well as you can. It’s about putting a bit of yourself into what you make, because in this world the one thing we truly have to give that is ours and ours alone
is time.
This poem was originally published in PanGaia magazine #45 “Magical Arts & Crafts” Nov. 2006-Jan. 2007.