Have you ever had a quilt practically tell you what it wants to be? I thought I had until this one practically spoke itself into existence.
Daisy Jane bloomed in the wake of what seemed a bitter pruning. But, I’m learning to lean into the cycle of growth in all of its forms.
I managed to create a flower using the coffins as petals. It looked just like a daisy. Its very existence declared beauty in spite of tragedy, joy in spite of sorrow. And, the Daisy Jane block was born.
The girl with the tired, puffy eyes sat staring out the window at the tiny cardboard sign. Four letters and five numbers. A name and a date. The sorrow and ache felt heavy
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