I have had an amazing and grace-filled life, and in the lead-up to this, my 60th, birthday, I have become more and more aware of the wonderful people who have been part of it and who have helped to make it what it is. Last month, I started a meditative practice of creating little hearts as a way of appreciating my family and friends, with the idea that by today I would have 60 crocheted hearts to make a bouquet for me to present to all of you, in gratitude. In the coming weeks, I will distribute the hearts, one by one, in random and spontaneous ways.
Art tends to have a life of its own, and this project is no exception. When I got sick last week, crocheting hearts went straight to the bottom of my list of concerns, until one perceptive and generous friend called to ask if she could pick up my wool so she could finish the hearts for me. I had intended to make every stitch myself, but this unexpected collaboration suddenly gave my whole project more depth and meaning. The friendship and support that is now woven into the hearts symbolizes the very essence of my life. Thank you for journeying with me, and making my life so rich!