Merle Feld

Last Saturday night the lights went out. It was early evening, I was nestled on the couch, taking refuge and pleasure in working on a baby quilt (this week that baby made her way into the world, the quilt still not finished but soon, soon I hope). Dirty dishes filled the dishwasher but there was plenty of time to run the machine, plenty of time for everything in the coming week, a week at home. I’m on the road so much with a full life that makes me feel so very blessed, but the hard part is being away from home. I literally had been fantasizing the week before, working in NY, “Next week I’m home, I will plug myself into my house and recharge, replenish my body and spirit in this week at home.” It wasn’t meant to be.

All afternoon a heavy snow had been falling, falling on trees still full of green leaves, heavy on limbs that strained and twisted and cracked under the unexpected unnatural weight. (more…)