Lately I have not been doing much. Or rather, I’ve been doing lots and lots of work internally (as I remind my husband frequently) by working on making a baby. This takes enormous effort and concentration, I tell him, which is why I appear to be lazing around the house so much, letting other less important things, like vacuuming, slide.
But one of the few things I have done is to complete a quilt.
This quilt was for my lovely mother-in-law, and it was wonderfully fun to make. I like making quilts just for myself, but I’ve found that there’s something special about making one for someone I love. I spend all that time planning and stitching and layering and quilting, and always somewhere in my mind are all the nice thoughts I have about that person. And all that time spent meditating on those nice thoughts seems to make me love the person more. It’s all in all a good thing.
‘Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.’ – Ursula K. Le Guin