Mortality......Me Too...

Mr O'Quilt's Music Quilt

Outreach baby quilt

My son, Eamon's quilt..all made from fabric from India...from clothes I wore.
I started hand piecing the Mariner's Compass when Eamon was just one.
I just gave it to him now...at 35..as he has been so wild all his life.
Indian fabric faded...still the memories have not...hand quilted.

The beginning of Rhonda's brain tumor quilt.

Another mini quilt show....because:
Today, I had another nasty fall.  I was just on my way outside to read when I slipped...

There must have been some sink water still on my shoes.

This is the second fall in one month.

The fall broke nothing...nothing but my spirit.

I had thought I was the Phoenix..now I realize, that is not true.

Life is fluid.

My fall frightened the children.

Lynsey called her father, her father called the neighbors,
I said...NO!!  But, 

The neighbors came running...got me up and into my chair.

I am bruised, my glasses are askew, 

My soul is struggling.
Our country is in revolution.
My body is in revolution.
I feel lost.

Cheering me are the pictures of my grands...being loved by the cats.
Below Lynsey 4 months and Tigger

 Below, Evan 3 years and my Milito

My mother's poem...just found...again"

by Alice Franzen Clemons Burt
Great memories.

Love is all there is...