A long, slow process was completed today... 

a small act of love for the universe:

 

I live with children.  Over the past year, we have done our best to try to explain to them this world, to comfort their disappointments, to give them hope by finding beauty in small things.  I wanted to create something that encapsulates this effort, something that takes big ideas and make them accessible and comforting.  A quilt is a very maternal object.  It protects, embraces, gives warmth.  It is humble and complex.    A quilt is a forgiving medium.  It binds together the disparate, seeks out the discarded and embraces imperfections.  It makes every part of itself whole and new and elevated.   

 

Quilting is a slow and deliberate process in a modern fast paced world, making the act of its creation a kind of rebellion.  

 

In order to complete this slow process, I had to integrate making this quilt into all aspects of my life and of my family's life.  This quilt holds the content of our days.   I see in it my own life cycle, my own rich soil, my own transformation and growth, the gift of my life to those entrusted to my care; that they may feel loved and cared for and tended to.  That they may bring this peace out into the world and beyond.