A quilt back for the win!

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Colour does the heavy lifting in these six-inch squares with splashes of low volume to add sparkle.

Despite two broody hens, one of which is a NEW BROODY HEN (ahem), I finished a definite quilt back this afternoon. It will be the back because the front is an EPP heart beauty, and this brightly coloured extravaganza will complement that warm-hued top just FINE.

Life right now feels very....interesting, in a slightly overcast, marine layer sort of way. Revisions I wanted to do this week didn't happen. An extra broody hen wasn't in the plan. Completing this quilt top, however, was a goal, and I met it, and feel good about it. Certainly a win!

Today my husband and I walked along Samoa Beach at low tide. The sand was packed and sturdy, the waves were loud, the wind blowy. I thought about how this setting could be incorporated into Noth's next storyline in The Enran Chronicles, as well as what looked like a driftwood forest there on the sand. Pondering that idea lifted my spirits, which have felt mildly meh due to how abysmal is America's government and my own Spirit issues. Sometimes faith is easy. Sometimes it's a road that seems to have slipped into the Pacific and I don't know how to find it again.

These are just a few of the pieces of wood washed upon the shore.

We had about forty-five minutes of sunshine earlier today, when we decided to go to the ocean, lol. Then the marine layer reclaimed the sky, but we went anyway, and I'm glad we did, not merely for the plot ideas. Being close to something so primal and huge, unending and vital, dude! I'm still feeling on shaky ground with God, yet like the ocean is timeless, so is my saviour. Governments and novels and quilts and chickens and even myself will come and go. Yet other things continue regardless.

God will outlast the Pacific, or will that ocean be a part of what happens maybe later today or next week or in five hundred years or five hundred thousand years? I don't know, but in half a million years, assuming Earth is still spinning, all that currently seems and feels so erroneous will be like the grains of sand on a beach, having once been beautiful shells and stones and driftwood then rolled and rocked back and forth so often they become tiny specks I can gather in my hand. We also went to the ocean a few days ago, to Centerpoint Beach a bit south of Samoa Beach. I scooped up some sand on a day similarly gray but nowhere as cold and windy, isn't that funny? We can't control our leaders or those of other countries, we can at times barely right our own ships. And at this moment, I count seven of eight hens, four of them Barnevelders, which means one Barnevelder is maybe in the coop? Maybe it's Nadia. She's not broody, perhaps she's laying an egg.

At times, we can only be grateful for the small things. And I believe God is happy for that even if we wish we had more faith or bravery. And that's my Sunday in a nutshell. 

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