Friday, August 14, 2009

My Quilt

"Love is the thread that binds us together."



Yesterday I was seated at my desk daydreaming (which I tend to do quite a bit) and when I caught myself and became conscious of my thoughts, I realized that I was cataloguing and reminiscing about all of the beauty and spirit that is present in every facet of my life.



I have likened my experience and the people in my life to a quilt. The quilt, as it exists right now, keeps me warm and cozy, is beautifully colorful and bright and provides a tremendous amount of comfort. If my quilt were to grow no bigger than it is presently, then I would be more than satisfied. However, if the past has taught me anything, my quilt will continue to grow, become more intricate and colorful and provide additional shelter, warmth and comfort.


To give you an idea of where this warm fuzzy feeling comes from, let me share a snapshot of my life. Last weekend I enjoyed a trip to Carolina Beach with 2 special guys. We laughed more than I have in some time, splashed in the ocean, shared stories at our campsite and learned new things about each other. Monday I shared a delicious dinner with one of the newest but most treasured fabrics in my quilt. Tuesday I shared lunch with a girlfriend who enriches my days with laughter and challenges me to think then caught up with mom on the way home from work. Wednesday night after a 20+ mile bike ride with a friend, 8 intelligent, successful women sat in a circle on the floor and discussed a book, life, love and laughed until we cried. Last night I crawled into my bed at 9 pm, after sharing chinese food on the couch with my roommate and talking with my younger sister on the phone and hearing about all the exciting changes in her life, and opened a new book, which carried me off to sleep. This morning I received a phone call from my older sister and we spent an hour catching up, then my dad emailed me kind words and stories about time he is spending with his grandsons on "the farm."



My cup runneth over...


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