This past few days, perhaps daze, have been spent on retreat with a group of women I can't contemplate life without. When the laughter and storytelling alternate with the whir of sewing machines, the rythm of hand stitching, adult beverages interspersed with home cooked delights ... all is righted in my world.
I'm making progress on the inherited hexagons. Slowly taking shape. The needle dipping and rising while aspects of Pat's life are revealed one backing paper at a time. She was much loved. A wife, mother, aunt, friend of many. Busy. Thrifty. Christian. Brave. Held close in the prayers and thoughts of so many. This past few days have been spent trying to do justice to Pat's final project - and finding great peace in the rythm of stitch.