Sometimes, the quietest hobbies reveal the loudest truths. I didn’t sit down to English paper piece in search of stillness or clarity. I just needed to do something. TV alone makes me fidgety, and crochet wasn’t calling me this time. Knitting? That always turns into another blanket. But something about paper piecing pulled me in.The rhythm. The focus. The small, deliberate steps.It was exactly the kind of accidental meditation I didn’t know I needed. The Comfort of Tiny Stitches I had a pattern ready—Mx. Domestic’s Quilted Floor Pillows, a playful and creative layout that felt just right for slow sewing. I wasn’t trying to rush or impress. I just wanted…