On Sundays, my thoughts often turn to putting life in perspective. I don’t dwell on the hereafter, but I often wonder how many more days will be my allotment. I mourn all the quilts I did not have the time to make, but were “good ideas.” I struggle with a sense of isolation that any serious writer, painter, or quilter would have. One cannot work effectively when there are a lot of people milling around. I think about lost opportunities, and I wonder what other chances lie ahead. I consider what people will say about me, when I’m gone. Then I laugh and tell myself that whatever is said can’t be any worse than the chatter that has occurred while I’m still above ground.

I ponder the relationships I’ve had. Some, in fact, many, have turned sour, sometimes because of my intolerance for laziness, drunkenness, and fornication. People choose their “sins” and often try to disguise them by writing them off to narcissism and ego. This past week, we had an example of that flaunted under our noses, just for turning on the TV news. The pretty boy of the primary just committed political suicide. Or did he? Washington seems to overlook these little personality quirks like cheating on one’s wife while she is undergoing a serious illness.

So, you see, thoughts about the here and now, and the hereafter, as they affect me, quickly slips to an analysis of the behavior of other people who have seemed to have missed the boat in a far greater way. Yet, they are them, and I am me. At the end, we are told that we shall all be responsible and accountable for our own behavior, not anyone else’s.

Those are a few of my thoughts this Sunday morning, as I again turn to the project that has overwhelmed practically every waking minute for more than six months now. I have been reading and studying the lives of those who were morally upright and who did make a positive difference due to their beliefs and their actions. You see, both belief and action are necessary to be effective in this world. Anyone is sadly mistaken if entrapped by the notion of getting ahead, via devious means, or beating the other guy down. Yet, this happens, even within the realm of the “quilt world.” I would rather give away everything I have than to be caught in the web of greed that seems to overshadow the souls of many.

Have a wonderful day today! Do something nice for yourself … like taking a bubble bath! Do something nice for someone else … like baking a cake! In this life, we only regret the things we did not do.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

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