A quiet calm.
A heavy stillness.
With my father dead, and my husband often gone, I have longed for a moment of clear, still, peace.
Last year has had me flailing helplessly like an unwrapped infant.
Yearning for a simple embrace, warm, encompassing, undemanding.
Soft constant pressure.
A weighted blanket.
Since stumbling upon the idea of weighted therapy I have been fascinated.
DandelionMama has a good tutorial if you would like to make a weighted blanket.