Time again to assemble a project. I find great joy in putting
together a quilt. Every bit of it is a journey of discovery. Scraps, no matter
how diverse can come together and become something beautiful.
I learned a very valuable lesson (for me) from a dear person
no longer in my circle of friends, and the loss is mine, and that lesson is
that every interaction creates an opportunity to be not only teacher but humble
student. Keeping that thought uppermost in these troubling times of instant
access to everyone’s thoughts on social media is not the easiest thing to do.
The people in my young life were up-lifters. I was
encouraged to find the best in people. I did not understand that there were
things that troubled the people around me. Civil unrest was rampant in the
cities but did not touch my neighborhood. I loved my neighbors.
Recently I thought it was a failing on my part that I do not see the
troubling thoughts in the people around me, but I realize it is not possible to
see what others think. Living life is
not an easy thing to do on the best of days at times. Getting old has its
burdens as well as its perks.
Building quilts is a release of sorts. My thoughts can drift.
Things get sorted in my head. A block emerges from the chaos on my sewing
table. Then another and another and soon there is a box of blocks. I hope my
swirling thoughts can find the same result.
The drifting thoughts flit through a variety of subjects and
I find the need to express myself in words. November is a time for reflection.
Looking back at the joys and sorrows and finding the value in the things for
which I am thankful. Since too much information is too much information, I will
still keep those flitting thoughts to myself, but I need to make quilts. I need
to see the beauty arise from the chaos.
Find your joy. Make people smile. Love what you do. Do what
you love.
Today I build a quilt.
