A Wall and a Quilt

I sat on the bed with Sophie today, trying to figure it all out. Her body seems as if it were out of alignment and uncomfortable. Her eyes look, to me, imploring. What is it, I say to her. I wish you could tell me.  I have the feeling that she needs to be stretched out, so I try, gently and as best I can to bend her stiff arms. I fold her legs in toward her stomach and rotate her hips. She strains a little and then relaxes a little.

I feel like we've hit a wall and we can't get through it. I don't want to break through, either. I want to slip through a crack. I want ease for Sophie. I wish her ease.


My dear friend and blogger Karen, of Gberger, sent Sophie a quilt that she made herself. In the note with the quilt, she wrote: 

I hope this brings comfort to you every time you touch it or look at it. It was made with much love --

Karen, both Sophie and I thank you with all of our hearts for this gift of love. The quilt is beautiful, as you are -- I feel as if I have a bit of you and a lot of your Katie stitched into this quilt, lying over my Sophie, bringing her ease.