When I say I nearly spit eggs on my keyboard when I read, As we were walking down the road, I saw a cloud of white moving off to the side and wondered aloud what it could be. As we got closer, the cloud came into focus, and soon I could see that it was … Continue reading Sheep and Quilting and a Good Book Quote
Tag: letting go
Ides of Lent
Spring is one of my two favorite seasons, the other is autumn particularly in the northern parts of the country where the autumnal display is eloquent. Spring here in Central Texas is different from spring in the northeast, as well it should be. While there is the winter shrouding it's not nearly as shrouded as … Continue reading Ides of Lent
And Cue Music
Imagine if you well a quilt shop machine sales floor, having a conversation with both a coworker and another customer. The discussion vibrant when, as if on cue over the sound system we hear, "Let it go, Let it goooooooooooooooo". This morning I'm in my sewing studio packing up to move. This space was at … Continue reading And Cue Music
Move, Moving, Moved
Moved Today's readings include the conversation between Jesus and the Samaritan woman. In reading Bishop Robert Barron's Lenten reflection on the Gospel I was moved by the insights: Friends, in today’s Gospel Jesus encounters the Samaritan woman. Throughout the Old Testament, wells are trysting places. Abraham’s servant found a wife for Isaac by a well; … Continue reading Move, Moving, Moved
Letting go
If I had to use one word to describe Gramma it would have to be "memory keeper". When Gramma went into the assisted living home 10 years ago we sorted through a lot of her belongings then, though we never completed the process. It wasn't time. We still have a few things to go through … Continue reading Letting go
On being in the desert
Occasionally memories of living in the desert come flooding back. Being young at the time the memories are limited. Walking across the desert to get to school. The Rockies in the distance, the one time we had snow and wore socks on our hands to keep them warm while we played. Years later my sweetie … Continue reading On being in the desert
A Quilter's Heart 