The story line art project allows you to reflect backwards to get know those who came before you, to see whose shoulders you stand upon, who blazed the trail before you.
Immediately we all go into our memory banks to withdraw someone who was a hero, who against all odds, seemed to flourish and persevere.
As I flipped through files in my mind, I knew who I would write about.
I know her intimately for her shoes I wear; yet I have no pictures of her, nothing.
Well, I do have a family picture with a sticky note saying she is missing.
Her and I are the sticky notes, the holes in the family or the ones that got away.
Like a pair of mittens knitted decades apart, we match.
When I seen the mitten tree with all the different mittens who lost their pair, I felt a sense of connectedness.
I loved how they looked displayed so artfully on the branches, the snow, the green tree and the lights.
I wondered what drew me to that tree and its simplicity, homemade and nature.
As I drove home from the quilt meeting with my own mitten tree quilt, it took on new meaning. How the mittens were all misfits, mismatched, part of a broken set, yet when hung together make a beautiful tree.
And this morning as I sit here with the quilt in front of me, I see the lady approaching the tree…I see the tree, and I wonder how this will complete itself.
What story line will this quilt unfold for me?
Before it is even complete I feel a great sense of peace settle over me. I belong on this tree.
Tag: estrangements
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I belong on this Tree.
I M Perfect lady 