when crumpled leaves flake, flutter, drift,
whispering unspoken summer dreams,
warmth emerges from a zippered cocoon
threads taut, strong, holding together
scraps, pieces of a life, patches sewn
by strings of tears, hopes, running
lines of talks, walks and prayers
light and dark shadows
days of joy and sorrow
sun and rain
heat and snow
in the middle of each square, dead center
a heart light burns, a burning red, a hearth fire
where a pot of melting stories
mixed in a generation’s book
come alive, spoken,
a dialogue crisp and engaging
of life bent and blue,
of days green, golden, brown
dotted, floral, calico,
yellow… and true.
My mother made the log cabin scrap quilt (pictured above) some years ago and gave it to me as a gift. She has given each of her children several homemade quilts; they are treasured family heirlooms.
The quilt is made entirely of scrap material. The dark colors in the quilt represent the hard, sorrowful times of life, and the lighter colors represent joys and sunny days. The red square in the middle represents the hearth, the home fire that burns… and was the center of the log cabin home.
Recently I was inspired to make a painting, an abstract idea of the quilt, despite not having painted in a number of years. In my painting below, each square is a different shape, signifying we each have a different life, a different burden to bear… but a red hearth, a fire, still burns in each unique square… we each have the same heart beating inside and spark of divine fire.
the painting I created, inspired by my mother's quilt, (July 2011)
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