Emit

focus don't force. emit don't absorb. aspire don't retire. reflect don't project.

Her fingers were red and calloused from the long needle and the heavy thread. Day turned to night without Darla Varney's permission. No wonder her eyes were red and dry. The strain was no good at all, so Darla turned on the floor lamp next to her chair. Better. The letters she embroidered in the dark were neat, even, and most importantly, legible. No one would buy a tea towel or throw pillow covered in sloppy, crooked nonsense. Darla didn't take her craft lightly. Everything she put her hands to had to be positive and uplifting. Days were drab enough and people were preoccupied with life's little distractions. Darla knew what it was like to never hear the kind of encouragement she stitched across book bags and cushions. It was important to Darla Varney to take notice of as many people as possible. One never knew the reach of one's kindness, but Darla did her best every day to see how far she could cast her light.