My co-quilting co-teacher, Stefanie Schamber, and I are nearing the end of our third session of Art Journaling + Women’s Support classes. I’m still finding new feelings, ideas, transitions. I am forever grateful to Stefanie and the brilliant, brave students we’ve journeyed with this past year. What a wonder-filled kismet this has been.
This summer, Stefanie is moving to Portland, Oregon. I’m sad that she’s going, but knowing a little something about big moves, I am deeply happy for her. She’s doing what I did: moving for her family, for a better way of life.
We all have different visions of what happiness is. Her’s happens to look like Portland, mine looks like South Pasadena.
No matter where we are, we are all part of the same quilt. She is sewn into my life, just as are my dear ones in New York, North Carolina, Minnesota, Colorado, Texas, and Iowa. I could never cut them out! They are part of me, the fabric of my being; stitched in, held gently with batting and love.