My book holds time, generations, and place...
Family, friends, places I've lived, places my family has lived, and color as memory (redwood cones, indigo, avocado pits, pomegranate, walnut).
A fragment of pattern as a reminder of a baby quilt made by my mother.
A sense of childhood, a sense of place.
Gifts from: Hazel, a bit of Deb Lacativa dyed fabric; fabric from one of my grandmothers, some of the lace my great grandmother made and part of her wedding dress; and from Jude.
Transformation.
There is breath and raindrops (not quite how I intended but maybe better?).
The end but not the end.
There is still room for notes.
The workshop, "Binding Time" by Christine Mauersberger