“There are random moments – tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children’s rooms – when I feel a wavelike rush of joy. This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead.” ― Elizabeth Berg, The Art of Mending
I too live for these moments of painful happiness that remind me about gratitude and joy, reminding me that I am alive. I found such joy in sewing my first quilt together – learning the intricate details of how to be precise, have patience, follow the pattern, iron the seams. I am certainly privileged in the life I lead.
