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I Chose Roses

I have a story for you today about an art quilt, Robert Frost, and a moment in time. For the last little quilt in my mini series on Winter, I started stitching a piece of hand-dyed silk:

I wanted to do a scene from memory. This was a moment back in January 2013 when I took my daughter to see snow for the first time in the Smoky Mountains; a trip that also changed me forever.

I wasn't trying to recreate the scene exactly, just the feeling from that moment that has stayed with me all these years. A feeling of finally facing the ugliness in my life, and the blessings, and choosing my path accordingly. Literally, choosing hatred, or roses.

I never truly understood Robert Frost's poem, The Road Not Taken, until this moment in the mountains. Today I can tell you that I made the right choice -- one that made all the difference in my life. On that day, I chose roses, which is what I named this little quilt.

If you want to know more about the moment of inspiration, you can read about it here on my old writing blog.

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nightsmusic said…
Beautiful piece.

And I'm so very glad you chose the roses. Love you, my friend. *hug*
September 24, 2019 at 12:40 PM
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