the lake is my retreat. and we are coming into the season that our friendship is the most active. i can sit in the little lipping waves for hours, sifting through rocks looking for the gleam of pebble-softened glass. a therapeutic hunt. but there is a magnetic draw even without the heat of summer. she is our walking partner. she calms me and and makes me happy. ezra is just learning about her magical ways. he's a little uncertain, not too sure about getting close. but we walk along beside her every day and soon i hope he'll let her cool his feet. there is always a little thrill when the ice begins the crack and shift and open to the waves beneath. for although there is power in her iciness, the stillness is disconcerting after a while. i'm glad she's open and teeming, filling our little village in the city with her rhythm and energy.
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