Thursday, February 5, 2009
Sew it Goes
My life seems a little strange these days. We're renting a house while ours is being repaired from the tree damage.
I've recently gone through training as a Hospice volunteer. Each year they decorate a Christmas tree with hand-made quilted ornaments. Families can buy one to commemorate a loved one. It's a fund raiser. So I've been making ornaments according to their prescribed design.
But the biggest part of my time has been focused on fallen and fractured trees. I'm putting together a quilt that hopefully will tell the story.
trees can be magical in the ways they cloister around a place.
in winter they rise unhidden by spring leaves.
muscled body builders with arms outstretched. pumped.
but when they fall, they're like random pick-up-sticks in a windstorm.
gold crowned teeth crushing against peanut shells.
my cat finds a mouse whose warm burrow under the deck has been disrupted.
fallen trees have dislodged more than dumb luck.
slow. so slow to weave
fabric of a new normal.
it all seems dark. too dark.
but the next night, a full moon. stars