Quilting on the Wedding Comforter is going well; I’ve come up with a nice design that looks great on the back, and is easy for me to keep track of while sewing. I like improv hand-quilting too, but that takes more forethought, and sometimes it’s nice to meander along with a firm plan in mind.
As for The Hawk, I have six chapters left to edit of Part 12, then writing awaits. That’s thrilling, also a bit overwhelming, but even if I don’t finish it before the next nieta arrives, eventually this saga will find its completion.
However, contemplating such WIPs almost feels a little wrong; hurricanes and earthquakes have wreaked havoc in America, Mexico, and Guatemala, so where do my small accomplishments fit in? I mentioned the idea for this post to my husband as we headed to church on Sunday, and our pastor’s sermon carried a similar notion. He claimed that he’d happily watch the LA Dodgers in the World Series if calamities worldwide could be tamed. I’m not sure I can be that altruistic, yet I was relieved by his words. We chatted after the service about this idea; I wondered if Americans felt at all this way during World War II, so much devastation occurring in Europe but other than Pearl Harbor, the United States saw no destruction. Sitting in my writing/sewing room, I have no worries about floods, high winds, or ruin. An earthquake could strike, this is California, but today all is fine in my neighborhood.
Maybe the answer to my musings lies in referencing a conflict that touched nearly all the Earth; the wreckage of WWII was vast not merely in the damage inflicted upon nations, but for the loss of lives, those of soldiers, The Holocaust, and civilians. Yet to speak of that conflict sounds slightly antiquated, for it was over seventy-five years in the past. However, one day 2017 will be seventy-five years ago; life doesn’t stop for any disaster, natural or man-made.
It’s important to recognize calamity in one’s midst, to offer help, to pray for restoration. There will always be chaos somewhere on this planet, but healing occurs over time. The small gifts I manage via prose and fabric shouldn’t be diminished due to greater losses, but celebrated for the joys they extend, for if joy is forgotten, then hope is extinguished and catastrophe emerges victorious. I’m working out this notion as I type, which is one of the reasons I write; to better understand the world around me. But another purpose for my creative endeavors is to translate the beauty that has been placed into my soul. To hide that away would be like dousing a flame, and that’s not what I am directed to do. Especially now, when life seems rather bleak, all the better to shine my light, small as it is. It’s proof that hope endures, goodness triumphs. I pray for those affected by Hurricanes Harvey and Irma and the Chiapas earthquake. My work today is dedicated to them.