i chose to use the front button edge of an old linen shirt to form the top edge of winter's heart. because it was not being used and to restore its usefulness. i think it could be handy when it comes to hanging this piece. maybe i can make some ties for it or something.
...and i decided to add a bit of grandma's quilt again. i cut a small square from a ripped fragment. a square whose center is a lot of pieces coming together. and the quilt tie that bound them is still there. it seemed a symbol of something strong. something about piecing things together. something old and true and useful. something understood. something often overlooked, maybe because of its simplicity.
the heart of winter is still in progress. it is moving slowly but i am not in a hurry. i need to stay here awhile. there is safety in suspension. there is time to appreciate the stillness and the potential. to forgive the absence of comfort. to trust in the unfamiliar. to trust in spring. you can find yourself, sometimes, in the things that make you most uncomfortable.
