For the better part of two years, an insistent internal whisper has been floating around in my head: "Get out of the house, you crazy, shut-in lady and go find your tribe!" So last month, I finally jumped in with both feet and joined a local quilt guild.
I've made exactly one quilt in my lifetime but even though I never really did much else with it, I've collected fabric over the years because...well, I could. I mean, look at it all! So luscious! I'm not planning to ditch painting or journaling or mixed media any time soon but for a while now, I've wanted to take my relationship with my sewing machine to the next level.
My goals are very, very simple. I want to get out of the house and make contact with like-minded adults and secondly, I want to learn enough about quilting and sewing to make soft, functional goodies for me and mine.
And as it happens, the quiet, deliberate act of sewing (either by hand or machine) is extremely meditative and it appeals to that part of me that longs to slow down and listen to time tick away. I absolutely believe that balance in all things is important but I really haven't been very good at applying that principle to my own life. Too often, I am frantically playing catch-up after a bad run of health issues, holding my breath and hoping I have enough time to get everything accomplished before it all hits the fan again. Instead of always running ragged, I need to make time for gentle living. It is time to learn how to take things stitch by stitch.