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The week  before Easter some friends decided to get together to felt Easter eggs for the kids at church.  Our youth pastor wanted to gift each child with an egg with a message inside and we needed to produce 30 eggs.  I admit that the word “crafty” is not usually attached to my name but after being reassured that “a child could do it”, I was in.

A local fiber artist brought bags of scrap wool that she had dyed herself.  The wool ranged in color from natural shades of gray, brown and off white to dyed fuschia, orange and bright blues and greens.  We took egg forms, some plastic and some wooden, and wound pieces of wool around the eggs until we liked the color combinations and all the surfaces were covered.  Then we dipped them into hot soapy water and started molding the wool to the eggs by squeezing gently.  In a matter of minutes it was possible to roll the eggs between our hands and when there was no more movement we knew that the eggs were ready to be rinsed and set out to dry.

The beauty of this type of activity is that the mind is free to move while your hands are busy.  The seven felters around our kitchen table covered a lot of conversational ground.  Study habits of our teenagers?  Could be better.  Dinners made and consumed in a hurry?  Yes.  Husbands and families who we think are awesome?  Definitely.

Community can be found in many places and the best kinds are the ones that crop up unexpectedly when you’re up to your elbows in warm soapy water and are squishing a plastic egg.