The creative and spiritual journey of a (textile) recycler. . .

I have thought about starting a blog for a long time now. I just couldn’t seem to get started. I thought. . what would I say, what would I do and really . . . . . who would care.

Last year I had the great fortune to witness a ‘happening’. As a spouse at a reunion (I know, groan) I was both an observer and participant. This reunion was attended by some of the most creative and talented people on the face of the planet. Really, no exaggeration! But many were holding onto life long insecurities. They didn’t think they were talented enough and embarrassed to perform in front of each other for fear of . . who knows . . . finger pointing, whispers, laughter, ridicule of some sort for sure. Once it was revealed that many shared the same feelings, the healing began. And I was the lucky one. I got to witness it all and benefit as well.

So, the message is that we all think we are not good enough compared to someone else, but we are. Don’t let your fears and insecurities stop you. We can’t measure our own success by someone else’s talents.

This revelation and the kindness / support of strangers has propelled my creative journey to a place I had given up ever getting to. Tho I thought my creative juices were dried up forever, they have merely been reawakened. Many thanks to all involved in my process, including in-part . . Victoria B, Mrs. W., Charles Mc., Claudia H, Mary B, Cindy G, Sandy B, Traci B., Kat C, and my IAA family. So, thank you. I dedicate this blog to all of you!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Weekly Quilt Journal Project: week 3

I am dedicating my weekly journal quilt this week to a friend of mine.

Last week I was stunned to learn that my closest friend of 18 years died suddenly. We didn't always see eye-to-eye on things, but that was rare. We had lots of great times with tons of laughs. Just about daily, whether on the phone or together, we laughed till tears ran down our faces. The crazy thing was, generally it was at nothing at all.

 After absorbing the news I sat down and just wrote from the heart. In the spirit of a quilter and true fabric addict, I put my words to fabric with an image of Jimmy and the Mexican flag in the background.


~ R.I.P. Jimmy: Ido, pero nunca se olvida, mi amigo ~


                                                                          
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