Autumn tiptoed in on kitten paws, but the quiet was abruptly shattered, seemingly overnight.    The garden has exploded with wild abandon – resurrection in the arugula patch!  The plum tomatoes hanging like Christmas stockings, the Cinderella pumpkins aching to be released from withered vines . . . and all around the apple trees dropping their colored petticoats, apples raining to the ground.  This is my season.  No images, just words.

The last few months have been challenging.  Family members have become ill, lost or saddened beyond comfort.

Yesterday afternoon found me at my child’s home – lately the scene of quiet despair and heartache, emptiness gathering in the corners like cobwebs.  I have a mission, a duty, to exercise and feed the dogs, and while I derive great pleasure from these chores, the profound scent of loneliness (that smacks me in the face when entering) can turn me on my heels.  I persevere because bulldog and boxer grins await me.

I’m writing this because something has changed …a slight tilt of the universe parked right before my eyes – the smallest pair of slippers.  Slippers that are keeping my child’s size 13 mules company.  And  just like that – the afternoon sunshine floods the kitchen and warms this old mother’s heart.

As many others have done, so have I spent much of this week feeling afraid.  Prayer helps. A new quilt has been inspired – one of words alone.  GRACE was first, the rest will be stitched in quiet reflection and hope.

‘Let this be our prayer, when we lose our way

Lead us to a place, guide us with Your grace

To a place where we’ll  be safe’.

Ours is a country divided.  But we are not alone – there is a world view – ALL people will be impacted by the election results.  I think back of 911 and the days that followed.  People came forward, showed kindness, lent a hand.  Maybe we could start with this spirit, maybe we can heal.




About jody

mother of two amazing individuals, daughter, sister, artist, partner - devoted to knitting, quilting, gardening,writing,painting, reading, sewing, longing to live by the sea
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