I found this quilt displayed in a hall in one of the girls' schools in the city. It is big, no one can miss it. Retazos or left over discards swatches of various prints stitched together --- a hodge-podge of colors and designs which seemingly do not fit at first. When sewn to each other, you begin to see there is nothing random about the pieces.
Like friendship. Without getting to the heart, we feel disjointed and find no bond. But when lives are shared, even the most unseemly types become friends. Each piece has a story: sad, happy, funny... and those tales by which we unravel: animosity, tragedy, hurt... yet mending is always a choice. Can't throw away those bits and pieces of our days which have made the fabric of our lives richer.
Like family.
Like our selves.
Like a garden.
