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Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Window Between My Worlds
I live in many worlds at the same time. If you ask my three children, they will surely tell you that I am rarely in this one. Instead, I am caught up in many different dimensions at once. Dimensions of thought, of experiencing, and even of being. Like most quilters, I daydream. And often that daydreaming takes me so deeply into my other world, that I almost forget to live in this one. Today, I spent the entire day working on my next quilt.
I can honestly say that I do not remember one single conversation that one single family member had with me. My family was in and out all day long. Friends came in and out, our three cats were up to all kinds of mischief but I cannot recall exactly what happened today...
I simply was lost in thought. Deep thought, endless thought, some very sad and missing and lonely thoughts, some filled with planning and hopefully, creative thoughts...but what I might have thought about, I surely do not know. I did, however, get my 'mother's basket of fabric' quilt all planned out. I managed to get my transfers made, ironed onto their backing blocks and layed into various positions. And if Blogger would only let me, I will soon have photos to prove it!
Instead, I offer this image....my daydreaming window of opportunity. The window I look across the room at, when I am sitting at the computer. The window I am looking up at, when I am down on the floor...laying out my fabric. The same window that I sit by on my little meditation stool... when I am not so deep in daydreaming, that I can honestly call it meditating.
Today, I simply daydreamed. I was, indeed, totally absorbed and totally lost between my worlds. Later, I shall have to apologize for not remembering conversations or to answer questions or to make comments on things that must surely have been discussed.
But somehow, there is a new little quilt all laying out on the floor. Patiently waiting to greet me in the morning...waiting for another day of daydreaming...and maybe even...a little more quilting.