A Beautiful Practice

Your life has been designed

Colours and moods carefully chosen

Some looking and feeling like others

Similarities easily seen

(Sometimes not)

But still, 

The beauty of what you didn’t choose is not always apparent, in the way that the beauty that you did choose is

Especially at the point of cutting that beauty into pieces.

The pattern’s not always easily discernible 

You squint at the pages, hoping to make sense of it all

But as a beginner, one learning, it’s not always clear

So we cut through, aiming to go straight

(Sometimes aiming for the curve)

But trusting the Writer of the pattern

To lead you towards a beautiful ending

Each stitch, each step taking you away from fear

A beautiful practice

This journey, this life

Such a beautiful practice

At times so tiring, so frustrating,

So inspiring and uninspiring

So you walk away today

To return with new eyes tomorrow.

You begin to see on your return

The way forward and the common threads,

The pieces that were missing;

You choose to alter the pattern

(But did you really alter it?)

Choosing and knowing it’s best to go your own way

So you begin piecing the pieces back together

Earbuds in and buzzing to your fav podcast

Or other good Word

Just sailing away on the new wave of confidence

And the pattern begins to take shape.

And you like the choices

And you rip the seams less

And you gain the necessary experience 

and know-how

Finally able to see and say, “I’m ok, and loving this.”

Or, “let’s keep going, let’s learn more.”

Whole parts of yourself start to form,

Laid out, orderly like the blocks on a wall

And where you’re going becomes apparent

The road less hazy, less foggy

A break in the clouds,

Light streaming through to brighten your way.

The surface is complete

The inner well-chosen, a thing to keep warm

The back, the past, a thing to marvel at 

Just like the surface

At this point, worry is not an issue like you thought it would be

You take up your sword

And glide easily across the surface to completion,

Binding all the parts of you, 

Stamping it with your stamp

Until at last, you see that all of your striving

Has been a labor of Love

Seeing with clear sight

That life is like a quilt, 

or quilting is like life.



Tenille Fatimah

Tenille is an avid quilter & natural dyer currently living off-grid with her family in rural GA. She is a mother of six and a die-hard Star Wars fan. You can find her on Facebook talking about hiphop, social issues, quilts and her homestead at Tenille Fatimah and on IG showcasing her quilts & dye experiments @tenillefati.



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