Sometimes I feel like one of my potholders or quilts. Except with me, the process is unending. It’s as if I’m always finding pieces of myself and patching them together to create the person I am today.
It seems the pieces can come from just about anywhere.
I’m always searching, pulling from all kinds of sources. I’ve found pieces of my self in conversation and books, TV and movies, once in a soul retrieval, in my art, walking, meditating, bellydancing and in nature and my dreams.
It makes me wonder every time I piece together a potholder, or quilt, every one a unique creation if it’s somehow part of my healing. That constantly finding the “right” pieces, and making them fit together is recreating what I’m always trying to do with myself.
Maybe that’s why my potholders are so satisfying to make. I’ve made thousands of them, and feel like I can easily make thousands more, each one perfect and whole.