Stations Journal Journey #30

Nov 7, 2025 

It is 8:30am on a Friday morning, and I’ve already been sewing for 2 hours. Usually I have an intention to write a journal entry in preparation for what is coming, but this morning I am compelled to write about what is currently happening. I want to share and document it.

Others have used the word ‘magical’ when referring to this project. I have not felt this way - until this morning. 

I had hoped to complete Station 12 entirely today. I’m not quite there yet, so rose at the usual time, but came directly to the studio in my robe and pajamas to see if I could move along the sewing of Jesus’ death on the cross and maybe even start the backing (before weekend plans!). Since I was using a white under-layer with Jesus, I had left a blank silhouette where Jesus’ pieces would go while I appliquéd the rest. Yesterday, for over 5 hours, I adhered the pieces of Jesus together. Already complete was the appliqué of foreground, earthquake, dark sky, cross and God’s bright hands receiving the Spirit of Jesus. Only stitching his body was left. 

This morning I greeted Jesus as he lay hanging from the cross, on my table. We have this day to spend entirely together. No other appointments or meetings. He is my sole focus and intention. I found CBC 2, as usual, on the radio. The classical music that accompanied me felt so right. Moving, stirring, lyrical, wordless…

I was very present with the task I was doing, with what I am actively bringing to life. Sewing in my robe and pajamas, while the sky outside went from darkness to light, doing this in solitude and determination and absolute grace for the whole trajectory of what has brought me here…that is magical. Powerful. Humbling.

This is what I trust in this moment of this day.

(Now it’s time to get dressed!!)