It is 6am, I woke up an hour ago, bothered. A vivid image for a quilt came to me right after I opened my eyes. An image that reflects the weight of race and gender issues. I'm thankful that my sensitivity causes me to be aware and seek understanding, but when I can feel something in my skin, when the emotions vibrate through my body its too weighty and commanding. Since my teen years through most of my adult life it was the calling of poetry to work it out. Five or six years ago, I couldn't hear the calling, (I suspect it was related to culminated trauma caused by decades of pulmonary illnesses). It was during 2 consecutive stays in the hospital when I begin to dream the visual. Mostly what came and comes are lines and various shapes of colours and textures...but this morning the image was pictorial and vivid and I don't want to address these issues this way but I'm feeling called to make this quilt. History is what it is, all I got is what I got, I am who I am, now what am I going to do with it?