I saw this quilt at the Split Rock Lighthouse in northern Minnesota. This is the daybed in the lighthouse keeper’s house. The curator said he could lay there and could see the lighthouse from the window. I found the scene touching somehow. This was his world. His way of communicating. His lighthouse. Today we seem overwhelmed by communication that part of me does not like to add to the noise. But looking at this quilt it reminds me that we all are a part of the story. All of us have a small piece in this creative community. We all have a story to tell and we’ve been telling it since the dawn of time.