the wind is churning outside. stirring up all the night sounds. animals and rustling. branches and garbage cans. i have been asleep three times and woken by edgar three times as he defends us from the night sounds. my mind is all stirred up as well. it matches the unsettled night. all day i've been hearing from high school friends. and college friends too. our friend is dying. in hospice. i think he's in that last deep sleep that i saw with my grandparents. but he is just 45. the cruel effects of a brain tumour. there has been a sobering cloud on our day, thinking of his family, his wife, his young children, his parents. deep sorrow creeping along with me as i wonder if he's still alive. i wish peace for him.
i feel like quilts are alive. they reflect all the little joys that make life special. they emanate love and warmth. the quilts i make blend a grandmother's ideals with a fresh youthful flair. there is a nostalgia for seasons past combined with hopefulness for a bright full future. you can find me online at www.chasinglightningbugs.com