a blue patchwork for 2019

It’s the last day of the year. It’s raining. John and I are both sick and won’t be driving to Oyster Bay to share a feast with our friends, one that will extend into the small hours so that the New Year will be be properly greeted with sparklers and champagne. Instead, we’ll be long asleep by midnight. People are making lists of what they’ve read over the past year, or what they’ve published, or, or, or. I don’t separate things. Reading, writing, sewing, cooking, gardening, time with my family and friends, swimming my slow kilometer and a third, listening to Bach or Emmylou Harris, taking the Canada Line out to the airport on the first leg of a journey, waiting for the first salmonberry blossoms, feeding the Steller’s jay in the morning, correcting proofs, taking a bottle of Prosecco to the beach for happy hour with my daughter on a trip to the Pacific Rim, trying to scrub the stains out of tablecloths, picking tomatoes: it all seems part of a scrappy patchwork that is my life. I’m grateful for all of it, even the uneven stitches, the courses of squares that won’t align properly, the stars that often need to be picked out and begun again (measure twice, cut once), and when I look back, squinting a little to focus on the smallest scrap, I’m pretty happy with the year, though it had its share of challenges, losses, frustrations, and sadness.

beginning a diagonal patchwork, for Angelica


on the line
a dark path, cobbled from scraps and buttons
happy hour2
looking towards Lennard Light, glasses in hand
you will find “A Dark Path” in here
autumn postcard
door to the workshop
spirals stitched into indigo-dyed linen
ivankivtsi church2
the church in Ivankivtsi where my grandfather was christened
rosebud river
bridge over the Rosebud River, with Brendan’s family, enroute to Wayne
my morning breakfast companion
under the bridge
the meeting of the Thompson and Fraser Rivers, locus of my novella The Weight of the Heart
eddy and grandad
the oldest and the youngest, at Trail Bay
so much depends on dinner
my beautiful family

4 thoughts on “a blue patchwork for 2019”

  1. Beautiful indeed, Theresa – your family and, as always, your words. I look forward to finding that copy of Brick. Happy 2020 to you and yours, and brava for all you’ve achieved.

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