I had a dream about you this morning. You & Kathryn and I were in a room full of quilts, and you began speaking very closely and intensely to me about a piece of beaded ribbon. The ribbon was a rosy rust colour, and the beads along one edge were clear gold/crystalline. You kept drawing it across your neck. Because your voice was so predominant in the dream, I thought it might have to do with your writing, and your voice was beautiful like the ribbon!