Crystallizing as I remove my touch, there now sitting on my craft table, a gift. A piece of my heart and life, like a mosaic created specifically for placement in the home. I give the gift of warmth to families all over the world. Whilst my body shuffles and moves like a ninjas hands, I am dancing in the heavens in my mind to the music of my soul, watching in amazement almost as a spectator while in a flow state my hands effortlessly create one gift after another.
For I am a craftsman.