Doll Can Create

I could be doing 20 other things right now.
The dishes are calling, the laundry’s lurking, and I know I should double-check the packing list… but here I am—writing. Not because I have to, but because this moment deserves to be marked.

It’s time.
Time to pack the car.
Time for vacation.
Time for spindle spinning.

There’s something sacred about these threshold moments—when we move from the everyday into the extraordinary. The hum of routine fades away. It is replaced by the rustle of maps. You can hear the buzz of zippers and the clink of water bottles being tucked into side doors. And nestled between sunscreen and snacks? My spindle.

Because no matter where I go, the rhythm of spinning grounds me. Whether I’m sitting by a lake, I feel at home. I feel at home perched on a cabin porch. Or I feel at home stealing a few quiet moments before everyone else wakes up—spindle in hand.

So yes, there are 20 other things I could be doing. But I choose this:
The gentle weight of wool, the whisper of twist, the promise of rest.

Vacation begins now.
Let the spinning continue.