Once in a while there’s a transcendent moment—an experience that grounds me with hope and takes me out of my mundane self. Then my mind works like crazy to capture the experience in all it’s detail so that I can recall and evoke again that emotional response. The experience might come from a line of music, a good book, favorite artists, an exquisite design in nature. (The full moon reflecting gold off the lake’s surface and waking me at 3 am forever changed my relationship to the moon and the lake and that place.) The struggle to express these experiences—by uniting thread, color, texture—is humbling, and tethers me to the creative process and to hope.