December 2, 2013
Everyday, I sew together remnants of relationships and gleaned gratitude together. I'm weaving destitute and abundance, I'm stitching meaning into a tarp of emptiness, I'm practicing knowing about the moon's presence in the bright of day. I can see the stars and the great joys in my imagination and memory. I'm finishing the edges of my quilt, rolling under the rawness of the cut selvage. I'm piecing together the design of my life. Not discarding the wrong or the shame or the shock. Not overlooking or folding away the darks, but using them as contrast to attenuate this unique life.