I find these scraps and they’re just the right size, so I know I’m headed in the right direction.
There’s magic to creativity and when I dedicate myself to it, when I block out everything else that needs to be done and focus, that’s when the magic can happen.
The fabric I need begins to appear. I’m out of the green linen, but somehow there’s another scrap in my shelf. It’s not the size I’m looking for, but it actually works even better.
The process has taken over and I’m doing its bidding.
The colors fall into place. I cut and sew without a thought, excited at what is in front of me.
Now doubt rises inside of me.
I move back, into the corner of my studio, as far from the hunk of quilt laying on my floor as possible. I take my time, and look at the quilt straight on, then out of the corner of my eye.
“Does it sing?” I ask myself.