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!

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Flea Market Friday..Ooops I forgot

OMG. I just realized that it is Sunday evening! So much for Flea Market Friday. How on earth could I forget.. oh yah.. now I remember...

The phone rang Friday morning. The caller asked for my husband, who wasn't home. I offered to take a message. The caller, the Hosipce social worker proceeded to ask how my husband was doing with his loss. 'Pops' was his dad. Then asked how his sibling was doing with the loss. First of all, she never even asked who I was. I could have been a child, a baby sitter, heck, I could have been the mistress who didn't leave the house yet! And, she never asked how I was doing either.

Until that point, I'd been doing ok. But that short call seemed to set off a chain of events that started and ended with tears.... for days. How insensitive Ms. Social Worker was. No, she wasn't rude, didn't raise her voice, or speak negatively, I was just shocked that someone with 'training' would not realize that a death affects everyone that person came in contact with. Some more than others. And, sometimes non blood related family can be more involved and caring than actual blood relatives. I spent every day and evening with the man and was so heavily invested ... with several decades of love. He and I got even closer since he moved to town. We were like Frick and Frack, Heckle and Jeckle, 2 peas in a pod.

I was ok when I hung up but as the day moved along, I got more and more upset. Thoughts of Pops transitioned into thoughts of my mom, who I spent every day and night with during her three year battle. I was at the bedside of both when they passed. A lot of thoughts and feelings were dredged up with that phone call and began my several day crying jag.

So,  I guess the message is, make sure that you include everyone in your thoughts of happiness or condolence, not just a select few. Your words or lack of can have a definite impact.

I'll start the new year off right with Flea Market Friday. Please join me and share your finds and how you use them with a link that will be found the bottom of the posts.

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  1. 35jupeJanuary 13, 2013 at 10:01 AM

    I just saw this post. So let me say: I am so sorry she was so insensitive. In a way I am glad you were able to get your emotions around such a huge and impactful loss out, but not crazy about HOW that happened. :/

    Every death brings up all the ones in the past, I find. I have lost a great many people, and it just seems to work that way. There are people we will miss for the rest of our lives and when another is added to their number, it seems as though the big ones come around again.

    Please know how sorry I am for all your losses. It sounds like you were a wonderful daughter and d-i-l and that is a lovely thing.

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    1. Textile RecyclerJanuary 14, 2013 at 4:22 PM

      You are so right Em. Both my MIL and best friend of 20 years passed very unexpectedly last year (I had 8 deaths within 5 months in 2012), so I think those losses got dredged up too. It wears me out and I am now on a mission to abolish rudeness, bullying and insensitivity...

      Thank you for your insights and kind words.

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