Leaving the Shop Behind
A few months ago, I decided to take one of those slow public bus rides out to a quiet park on the edge of Tucson. I had been spending long hours at my sewing machine, and my mind felt crowded with thread, measurements, and the little worries that collect when you sit in one place too long. I packed a small bag of seeds for the pigeons and stepped onto the bus with no hurry at all 🙂
Sitting Near the Back
The bus was mostly empty, so I chose a seat near the back. I like the back of a bus when it is quiet. It feels like a small room moving through the world. I kept my bag of seeds beside me and watched the streetlights, stores, and familiar corners pass by. There was something comforting about being surrounded by space without needing to fill it.
Watching Tucson Open Up
As the ride went on, the city began to fade into open land. The buildings grew farther apart, and the sky seemed to widen. I rested my hand near the window and let my thoughts slow down. On long rides like this, I often realize how much I need distance from my work to appreciate it again. The shop, the fabric, the quiet hum of the needle, they all feel easier to carry after a moment like this.
Arriving with Quiet Eyes
When I finally reached the park, the air felt different, softer and less hurried. I stood there for a while holding my bag of seeds, watching small birds move between the bushes and the ground. I did not rush to feed them or find the perfect spot. I simply let the stillness settle around me. By the time I headed back, I felt more centered, as if the quiet had stitched a few loose pieces of me back together 🌿
