13 January 2012
A heavy heart, aching for these friends.
We've spent time talking and will spend tonight and tomorrow evening gathering together, circling close to lean on one another for support, share in food and conversation, and share in some tears and hopefully some laughter.
In those overwhelming times I feel like I'm able to deal/escape/cope when my hands stay busy and my mind can be a bit distracted from the heaviness at hand. Sitting at the sewing machine is therapuetic.
And hence, I've flown through putting this quilt together this week. I came home last night and I knew sleep wasn't going to come easy so I sat down and sewed. And pressed. And cut off lots of little corners. That resulted in all my blocks getting done, and lots of prayers being said in rhythm with the hum of my machine.
And I'm absolutely in love with this quilt. All the different colors. Order coming out of the chaos. Every time I look at it will be reminded of the pain of this last week, but will also be reminded of the brightness of friends, hope, joys, happy memories. All those jumbled together to surround the dark times, to help us through.