My most amazing snychronicity was when a quilt of mine was getting hung for a local show by a friend of mine who was helping out. Another helper saw the quilt and immediately started to cry. Her mother had just died the night before and in my quilt was fabric that she remembers having when she was growing up in the 50’s. The fabric I used in this quilt made for MY mother (entitled “I left My Heart, but not my Curtains, in San Francisco”) was curtain fabric from her first apartment in San Francisco in 1952. I live in Vancouver, BC, Canada. How could this woman have known this fabric from San Francisco? It turns out her mother was an upholsterer whose brother lived in San Francisco. She would fly from her home in Montreal, Canada to visit him every year and purchase fabric to bring home for a project. She used the fabric (of tall skinny San Franciscan buildings) to upholster a couch and ottoman. Fortunately, I had some left over curtain fabric that I could share with this woman once I met her through our mutual friend who was hanging my quilt. It was a beautiful moment to be able to share something that meant so much to another, and I definitely felt like a messenger of the Divine for her at just the right moment in time!
This touches my heart. Thank you so much for sharing this lovely and inspiring story. I too believe it was a messenger of the Divine at just the right moment. Can you post a picture of the quilt? I’d love to see it. We have a quilt museum here in San Diego. Please let me know if you are ever having a show here. Quilts are an important art form to me. Warmest regards to you.
My most amazing snychronicity was when a quilt of mine was getting hung for a local show by a friend of mine who was helping out. Another helper saw the quilt and immediately started to cry. Her mother had just died the night before and in my quilt was fabric that she remembers having when she was growing up in the 50’s. The fabric I used in this quilt made for MY mother (entitled “I left My Heart, but not my Curtains, in San Francisco”) was curtain fabric from her first apartment in San Francisco in 1952. I live in Vancouver, BC, Canada. How could this woman have known this fabric from San Francisco? It turns out her mother was an upholsterer whose brother lived in San Francisco. She would fly from her home in Montreal, Canada to visit him every year and purchase fabric to bring home for a project. She used the fabric (of tall skinny San Franciscan buildings) to upholster a couch and ottoman. Fortunately, I had some left over curtain fabric that I could share with this woman once I met her through our mutual friend who was hanging my quilt. It was a beautiful moment to be able to share something that meant so much to another, and I definitely felt like a messenger of the Divine for her at just the right moment in time!
This touches my heart. Thank you so much for sharing this lovely and inspiring story. I too believe it was a messenger of the Divine at just the right moment. Can you post a picture of the quilt? I’d love to see it. We have a quilt museum here in San Diego. Please let me know if you are ever having a show here. Quilts are an important art form to me. Warmest regards to you.