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!

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Trash to Treasure!

Today I was on my way home from running some errands and I was stopped in my tracks. I was in the car, but you know what I mean. The heavens opened up, I heard angels singing . . . well, it was really Marc Anthony . .  but anyway . . there was a bright beam of light that drew my attention directly to something. It was by the side of the road and calling my name. I looked around to see if anyone was going to run over and burst my bubble. There wasn't a soul around. I could not believe my good fortune!

It was there, innocently waiting for the garbage collectors to come and grind it up and toss it in some landfill somewhere. Apparently the homeowner had dismantled a bench or some yard thing and just cavalierly tossed it by the road side. What was sitting with it was a huge pile of PVC tubes which were obviously part of the yard thingy. As much as I would have loved the yard thing, there was no way it would fit in my car and worse yet, how could I justify dragging it home. It would be like a beloved pet dragging home it's latest kill trophy. Nope, wasn't gonna happen. But, the pipes. Oh yah, they were all mine!

I know it seems silly to be so excited about some silly old and dirty pipes, but remember, I posted with great excitement about the piece of cardboard that a friend gave me. I still treasure it, too. So, this makes more sense now doesn't it. I have big plans for those pipes.

Can you guess what I'm going to do with them??
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