i ate my breakfast at the coffee shop this morning. i walked out the kitchen door with my hair hanging down my back, damp from the bath, the house and kitchen terrible in their messiness, and ezra eating his breakfast. i walked up to the corner for coffee and a bagel....the house was too hot and un-clean to think about making coffee and finding something to eat at home and tom was working early. and when i stepped into the air-conditioned, coffee soaked space, i wanted to stay a few extra minutes. i spoke to a neighbor who wondered if i'd stopped putting out my daily poem and i explained that it is really time consuming to find tiny little poems that aren't too dark, to fit on my little chalkboard. but that i plan to keep it up, it's just been a busy few weeks. (did i tell you, i had been putting a poem in the garden every morning at the studio?) i sat and ate my bagel beside a table of middle-aged men who were having a morning conversation about cars, the city of detroit declaring bankruptcy, and seeing girls doing yoga in the park......interesting in it's perfect cliche-ness. now i'm home and there is a breeze that has been swooping up from the lake. i am sitting on the porch with my coffee and computer, flanked by ezra and stella, sprawled on either side of me. and i'm heading to the studio to finish the quilt tops i've been working on before the full strength of the heat hits.
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