I began making this pillow about 5 years ago.
Around that time, I suffered a terrible event in my life and
I couldn't bear to finish it.
For the last 5 years,
this pillow has been inside the closet a lot.
I wanted to be able to enjoy it and feel the happiness again.
Instead, there was only anxiety and sadness each time I looked at it.
It's only now that I think I can leave it out in my home without
feeling the emotions that are so strongly attached to it.
It's just a pillow.
Silk and thread and feathers.
But it's got a heartbeat...my heartbeat.
It held my anger.
It held my tears.
It held my pain.
It held the paddle that I used to
paddle upstream with all my might.
Until at last, exhausted...
I gave up the paddle and let the water slowly turn me around
and take me where I needed to go.
Have I arrived at my final destination?
Do we ever?
I don't think so.
Not here on earth, anyway.
We just keep on coming home.
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