The stitches in a quilt made by hand speak out loud. They document a story, or at least some portion of a story. The threads are the evidence of individual effort – of a person’s intention, their hand hovering over the fabric, pulling the needle through.
There is always satisfaction in seeing the hand in the work.
Whether a quilt, a painting, a piece of pottery, or carved or constructed wood, such works create connection between the maker and the finished piece and the one who holds it.
It serves a mindful purpose, both in the making and the use.
Such a work presents an obvious truth. It’s honest.
There is rest in that. It makes an easing of the heart, space opening up somewhere inside us.