` It has been four full days of hiking the sheer, red rocks of quiet canyon country. I woke this morning to a dream. Hands tense on the steering wheel. Driving the streets of my childhood town, impeded by unrecognizable obstacles, I miss my turn. `
As the song came on the radio, the cashier left his lovely body, standing at the register. Eyes closed, the words tumbled silently from his mouth- Telling her why he had to go. Desperate for her to find a way
Above the edge of the colorful autumn trees the blue sky goes on in all directions- unhindered.
` The trees walked the edge of the endless autumn sky. Their leaves the color of oxidized metal, rusted and tattered.
today's first thought I was not ok- Defeated by the weight of
crept through morning. Veering toward a 10:30 appointment. There
was a quilt to bring home.
quilt created during that first year to keep me afloat.
wise I was to seek help in this last step. How blessed I was to
find a willing soul. How safe all the bits will be; thousands of
tiny stitches holding them fast.
good that the quilt is now bound together.
uncanny that today is your birthday. How much I would rather have
the pebble of damnation... Tears of recklessness - this
vehicle is sobbed to a stop.
on the edge of the junk yard wreckage nearly drowning in
It is almost 11 -As the door opens I look away at an
overturned planter. It is no use, tear streaked and puffy I am
offered hot tea. A small dog named Maggie licks the salt from my
the steaming tea pot in the kitchen we descend with tea,
dog and faith to the quilters haven.
sunlight, fabric bits like a pile of scattered leaves. The
familiar colors greet me like the end of a journey.
is immense, it fills the whole table and falls over the edges. This
quilt is rich and strong- deep plum, apple green, warm brown, soft
ocher and blue, This quilt is now holding together heaven and
earth with gold thread. This quilt is the oceans and the
shoreline, the mountains and the valleys. This quilt is the
meadows, tangled with vines and flowers. This quilt is warmed by
the sun and loved by the stars. This quilt is surrounded in
love. This quilt is my way through. This quilt is home.
dog waits for the billowing quilt to land on the bed before pouncing
into the colors.
nose comes close to mine and her tail thumps all those little
is time for a walk.
dog, this quilt, these words have brought me through
now my heart feels scrubbed clean, wrapped in a soft, lush, transparent
mind fuzzy yet fresh, fogged yet clearly lightheaded.
hear the crickets song,
are singing Happy Birthday to the October son.