When I was growing up, one of the things I loved to wrap myself up in was a quilt, especially those that were colorful and made by one of my older relatives. It was as if their very essence had been sewn into the fabric of the cloth, giving it a vibrancy and a warmth that otherwise would not have been present.
Sometimes, I would look at the bits and pieces and could recognize a segment of a dress or jean pant that once belonged to my aunts/uncles or someone else in the family. I would imagine that they were close by when I had to crawl into bed alone and it made the darkness less frightening.
As I have aged, I have come to see that life is like a large unfinished quilt. It is held together by the circumstances of everything that happens, the good and the bad, the births and the deaths, the failures and the triumphs, the bits and pieces of our lives that can either break us or push us to on to our purposeful destiny. We can only hope that one day, when the final stitch has been completed, the Master seamstress will again look upon His handiwork and say, ” I am well pleased”.
Boomer wisdom says to value the precious bits and pieces of your life. For once welded together, they create a beautiful artistry that is uniquely you.
Remember that what begins as a seemingly small and worthless piece of scrap cloth, can end as a priceless artifact, loved from generation to generation.
Blessings to you all!