The Finer Things in Life

My soul floats on the melodies brought into my consciousness by the resounding testimony of my dad's voice. Inspired to fly, I take up my own wings of song, and slip away into the felicity of singing.

The vistas within this sphere are unparalleled, and each new tune unfolds new scenes. For hours I wander, visiting rugged peaks, familiar fields, and living streams. Thick textures of darkness define deep chasms, isolated in their secretive gift to the world. Then mounting up, I ascend to embrace the sun, and my heart is pierced by shafts of brilliant glory.

I am overcome by the beauty. I wonder, how is it that I am invited to share in it? Such divinity is not designed for mere mortal souls. But I am no casual wanderer; I was created for such heights as these.

One Stitch At A Time...

When I was 16, my mom pieced this quilt top for me. I was so inspired, I decided I would hand stitch the entire quilt -- with a daisy pattern no less. I had no idea what scale of a project I'd begun. Six years later, I have actually finished it! When I finally decided to take it a little at a time rather than trying to finish a major portion in a single sitting, I started really making headway. In fact, over half was sewn in the past 6 months!
Here's a close-up of the pattern I stitched on each square. I am so glad now that I stuck with it. I have helped create a piece of timeless beauty, and I hope to have it for decades -- or even better -- generations.
Somehow it makes me feel like more of myself to participate in creating something that may outlast me...and it's only the beginning.