I initially named this quilt after realizing it required 256 pages. As I pieced it, the words took on new meaning. The 160+ hours of repetitive paper piecing were also spent educating myself through my faith deconstruction. I immersed myself in truth seeking; often uncovering fraud, deceit, and pain. “Is it holy or is it crap? Maybe it's just holy crap.” The grief was often overwhelming, I spiraled. The meditative practice of piecing grounded me.
