I have not finished a quilt since breaking my wrist in February. For me, that is a long time with no visible results. It has been my delight to share photos of quilts. Comments of appreciation are the closest I will ever get to winning a ribbon. 

There has been another avenue for my attention in these months. Daily yoga, and exercise have become a part of my routine. Yet I notice that the results are less visible than, say, a Log Cabin. 

The woman whose videos I follow often uses the phrase "beautiful stretch". When I am awkwardly copying her limbs, and trying to breathe at the same time, it surprises me to hear it. Maybe this feeling in the back of my leg means I am doing the work. "Beautiful stretch" sounds better than any of the adjectives I would use to describe it. 

Life does ask me to stretch in metaphorical ways. I need to be patient with a child who does not hurry. Let a person who rambles finish speaking. Step outside my comfort zone enough to express concern for domestic turmoil. 

The opposite of stretching, is rigidity. Which is a quality I am trying to let go of.