I'll allow that maybe it doesn't feel amazing to everyone. But really, if you've never tried it, you should. It's one of the sweetest forms of therapy I know. Sitting there, part of my mind fully present in each little stitch, my hands working their capable magic on two pieces of fabric which are being united by simple thread... while the other part of my mind is free to drift into or out of self-consciousness as it pleases. I can let my thoughts turn to whatever I want-- get as deep inside myself and my place as I choose, or think about a recent quote/movie/song I encountered, and start to hum.
At any rate, it had been a long time since I sewed anything by hand. As in, maybe not since last Christmas. Early this morning, I had a reminder to keep making space for it in my life. The cooking, the canning, the hikes and drives and trips to the grocery store have their place. But I need to remember to push back the thickets of obligation and make time for holding that needle.