capture, release

I went over the list, saved it on my computer. Read it again, closed it again. I am an avid photographer, like it or not; I could have completed the project easily enough. But in the end I didn't feel compelled to. It might have helped, early on. But grief is not something I want to capture, anymore. Those particular relics are not what I want to keep.

I am still the face. I have been captured by grief -- and then, without quite knowing the exact moment that it happened -- released. And I find I am able to return that favor, finally. And I am pleased, and pensive, and content.

cut, stitched, bound

This is Noah's quilt, which is so very close to being done. It's definitely been a labor of love, and I wanted to show it to you.

I started last year, but had to stop and put it away several times. When I got it back out a few weeks ago, at first I could hardly bear to look at it.

I had been so very sad and desperate when I'd worked on it before, and all of those emotions came rushing back at the sight.

But that wore off, thankfully, and I love it again. Now I'm trying diligently to finish it before the 31st. Just a few more finishing stitches to go!

I only wish I could say the same for my heart.