Paradox, not Comfort

I wanted the funeral pall to have the message of comfort.  I chose to make a quilt of soft white cotton, adding a cross, gold leaves, and words from Marty Haugen's hymn "All Are Welcome."  I planned and schemed over logistics of how to make this 6' by 10' piece in my small studio.  But … Continue reading Paradox, not Comfort

June Morning

Today my hands rinse strawberries in a bowl with holes. I know the farmer who raised the berries. I know the potter who fashioned the berry bowl. This is the community I have been seeking. I pop a berry in my mouth. I recall William Morris's Strawberry Thief. I value the decorative arts, creative expressions … Continue reading June Morning