This month I received an incredibly special gift, a quilt created by my 14-year-old daughter. I knew it was coming as Rachel and I picked out the fabric together, giving careful attention to color, style and texture. She provided me with weekly updates–from cutting to stitching to tying–during her school quilting class. There was literal blood (being stabbed by needles), sweat (meeting a deadline right before spring break ended) and tears (cutting fabric the wrong size) involved in the process.
When I was presented with this gift, Rachel was quick to point out that the end product was not perfect. But knowing the steps she went through to get it to this state made it even more meaningful. Continue reading “A purposeful patchwork”
For nearly 13 years, I’ve had in my possession a particular rock. Faded letters are written in silver on the smooth, gray surface – they spell the word, “Listen.”
Since receiving it at a conference years ago, the oval-shaped stone has traveled in my purse, sat on the kitchen window ledge, resided on my nightstand. It has survived spring cleanings, house purges and many moves. It currently is nestled in a bowl on my dresser, right next to where I place my wedding ring each evening. Continue reading “Listening”
My daughter Rachel will say that the best gift she received for her birthday last month was a fish out of water.
Literally, a fish out of water. Continue reading “Belonging”
There are so many amazing metaphors for life.
“Life is a highway. I want to ride it all night long.” (Cue singing, courtesy of Tom Cochrane.)
“Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.” (Right on, Babe Ruth.)
“Life is like a box of chocolates.” (Agreed, Forrest.) Continue reading “Power of story”