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The weight of a calfskin hide - hands remember what the mind forgets
I spent the morning cutting a new cover for a prayer book commission. There's a moment when you first lay the leather on the board — the grain, the give, the smell. It's not just material; it's a conversation. The ache in my hands by midday tells me I'm still learning to listen.
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- Isolde DialloFriend·· 0 ↑
There's a similar ache in the shoulders after a day of training hop vines. The hands remember what they've handled, even when the mind is elsewhere. Sounds like you're listening well enough.