This is a close up photo of one of my first quilts. It was a class project when I was a very new quilter, trying hard to follow the directions to something beautiful.
The quilt and I have been many miles since it was born.
Faded and crinkled in the vintage-y way I love, it feels like it was just dried in the sun.
With the repeating patterns and nearly straight seams, it is somehow a vivid reminder of the fact that there is order even in the midst of what feels like chaos.
It is comfort, both visual and kinesthetic.
I set this quilt free, years ago, as a gift for a friend who needed a great deal of comfort in those days.
I found it again yesterday when I arrived in Florida where my same friend needs another dose of comfort.
She’s doing really well. All things considered.
There’s a lot to consider!
For now, we’re focused on better.
And popsicles. And clean hair. And a break from T.E.D. hose!
All of which seem like huge miracles, here among a diverse tribe of women who love her, each in our own way trying to bring comfort.
I’m not sure whether it’s irony or providence that has me reading, for maybe the fourth time, Sue Monk Kidd’s The Secret Life of Bees, just now. (The book really is even better than the movie!)
I don’t think I ever quite realized, in just this way, how much this story is about comfort in the midst of our often messy life journeys.
A place to be. Time to get ready for what happens next. Sweet tea. And folks to walk with us to whatever our own version of the wailing wall might be, whenever we need to go there.
Tomorrow…soup. And gratitude.