The day is summer, but it reminds me of fall. Thankfully the lavender is blooming, and so there is no misconception. It's winter, charcoal dark outside and the seeming pineapple express rages. This day was made for studio time. I can hear the purr of fine stitches made by machine, though the lights are not on, and the machine will not go right now.
It smells of fine chocolate and nuts, and warm lemon cut out cookies. I get little whiffs of lavender still on my hands from picking the blooms to decorate the gifts. The last cookie has been pulled out from baking, and I just feel fortunate to know these women and to be able to bless them with a surprise. Surprises make life- living.
Why is it that rainy days are sew days? I hazard to suspect that it is not because one can't be outside, but rather that it is due to the somber light. It is this tone that make one seek color. And fabric and thread do not disappoint. Artists flock to their stashes and seek fibers to bless the lives of others with.
Do you give away your quilts? Your pieces of art? Do you use your talent to put beauty into this world? To bring resources to those who are in need?
There is movement in the rain which affects the soul willingly. Almost as if the ringed puddles could be permanent; not etched on cedar or grass. These days seem long and slowing.
