I'm slowing down this year.
and I like it.
I began the piece above in the summer of 2011
during the last month of my Mom's life.
She was under Hospice Care,
and I was grieving.
It, along with four other pieces,
gave me an outlet for my grief,
but after she died,
I couldn't look at them without crying.
I tucked them away.
The pain has passed,
time heals all wounds they say,
and I am slowly stitching away on these pieces,
remembering my Mom
in a comforting way.