Walking, I can almost hear the redwoods beating. And the oceans are above me here, rolling clouds, heavy and dark. It is winter and there is smoke from the fires… Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. “Be still,” they say. “Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.”
Linda Hogan, Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World
I came across the lace looking for something else. My grandmother, great-aunt and great-grandmother created them as trimmings for pillowcases and collars, tablecloths and handkerchiefs.
I have held these pieces of lace many times, turning over in my hands, running them between my fingers, looking at the fine crocheting and tatting. Usually I gently fold them back up and put them in a small box labeled “Logan.” (Logan, Ohio is where many of my relatives lived.) But then I realized… I could use this trim on the Lenten stole I was trying to finish!
I remembered going to church where my grandparents worshipped in Logan. If I close my eyes to remember, the sights and smells come flooding back… The creaky sound of the carpeted floors in the sanctuary. The stained glass and dark, polished (very hard!) pews. The robes and the music… this would be a fitting use of their lovely handiwork!
When I wore my new stole at church on Sunday, I felt wrapped in the love of my family. It was a very simple stole, made of a patchwork of various purple prints, and trimmed with this crocheted lace. But I knew… my family was there in spirit, hugging my neck, represented as I prayed, and offered the Bread and Cup.
The stole was a reminder of the faith of my family through the generations to the present. They have encouraged and celebrated many milestones in my work and ministry. I am so very grateful.
Be still… watch and listen… You are the result of the love of thousands…
I was, indeed, surrounded by their love.
Thanks be to God.
Beautiful! My grandmother crocheted lace and my great aunts tatted, so your post rings nostalgic for me. Lovely. Thanks for sharing!
Mine too and indeed my Mum also. I can’t crochet or tatt bit I can knit. You look lovely and are very blessed. Much love. xx
Such an intimate connection.
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