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, January 4, 2015

Making Lemonade out of Lemons

So for all of my positivity going into the new year, it sure started crazy. And not so positive.

Within the first 24 hours of the new year, my car is dead. I guess it's been quite a while since I drove it.

The same day, I missed a step in the house and went down to the ground. Hard. Ouch. My foot and ankle were twisted underneath me and oh oh... I went into shock. All I could do was wonder with morbid absurdity which I was going to do first, pass out or throw up. Both were rushing upon me quickly. Meanwhile the foot/ankle area was swelling fast. At least I had the where-with-all to pull myself up on a step, get off my foot, then roll into a ball to try to protect myself from what could have gotten much worse, like fall head first down another staircase.

So, to make a boring story a lot better, I've used my time in bed wisely. Yes, in bed. I've had my foot elevated and been pouring lavender oil on my back, side and hip to minimize the bruises. I can't really put much weight on the foot yet, so I'm doing 'bed' activities.. no not that kind!

I started a little creative project at the end of December. It was thanks to a FB artist friend. She was well aware of my creative insecurity and how my life issues have gotten in the way of doing anything creative. To bring it all home, I made a little video of the project:

This post is dedicated to you Mariette Hebert


  1. Great posting!
    I like your humour!
    Speedy recovery...
    Thanks for dedicating your video to me.
    It made my day xo

  2. I love it! Great video and sitar music too! I'm glad you're now out of your slump...keep going and going and going like the Energizer bunny!