My best friend, became old and frail, and began missing alot of church, becuase of her health.
I had everyone in church write out prayers for her, and I cyanotype printed them into butterfly shapes.
She loved the quilt until the day she died. It brought her alot of comfort.
I just realized I have never shown this.
my granddaughter Lily praying in a butterfly
the poem I wrote, that explains the theme
some of the hand written prayers