My hands ache from stitching.
My feet ache from ageing.
My heart aches from continuing on,
through all the sadness and uncertainty.
I make textiles using just one patch.
(the technique is explained here)
I select one square of cloth and sew it to another one.
Once I have a field of one patches, I make them stronger by quilting the seams.
The squares are all the same.
The squares are each unique.
Some are organized into rows.
Others appear random, but don't believe it.
They are also organized.
I feel powerless, unable to start the new textile pieces that flood into my brain.
I feel that if I can just finish these two simple cover ups, I can move forward.
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| I am calling this one Sunshine and more Sunshine |
I wonder what is the urgency?
These quilts are not going to fix the war.
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| I am calling this one Lamentation |
They do not protect against the illness.
They do not save beloved children who die.
But they are not a waste of time.
Rather, they are evidence of a time.
A time that we are living through.
A time that we are grieving through.
All of us.
Each unique.
Lamentation: an expression of sorrow, mourning, or regret
