So I've decided to start a blog as an outlet for my outlet. I have long been involved in the arts (illustration, painting, theatre, photography, literature); I'm inherently drawn to any medium which allows a person to express themselves in ways that can give others pause to think and examine their own feelings and experiences. The human experience is so beautiful and it's the times when we realize how universal our feelings and experiences are that draw us together.
I've recently become more aware of how connected we all really are, regardless of space and time. I've spent the past few months going through my great-grandmother's memoirs and compiling them, along with much of her poetry and some time-weathered photos of our family past, into a booklet to share with our family. As I read through her delicately penned thoughts and memories I felt like I knew her, beyond just knowing the the elderly woman whose pain-bent hands had gently hugged my adolescent frame, but as I might have known a childhood friend. I realized how similar many of her feelings had been to mine and how so many of her family's choices, as well as the choices she had made, had shaped my own life. It was almost surreal, as I sat reading her stories I felt like I was standing in a place outside of time as we know it and looking at time not as a linear thing but as a delicately woven tapestry where all of our strings are entangled with each others--seemingly incoherently and accidental, but if we step back and look at the work from a distance we see how intricately and purposefully we are all held together--it's a work of art. For that moment I felt that God was allowing me to see time as it is seen by Him.
My great-grandmother was an artist, a poet, a lyricist...and a beautiful woman who loved God and her family more than anything. Our family is blessed with many heirlooms of her art, especially her crocheted pieces. I have two skirts she crocheted for my mother that I now wear. My mother and I had always wished that we could have learned how to crochet from her but she had to move away when I was very young to a climate more suited to her ailments, and she passed away 7 years ago. A few years ago, my mom and I decided to take crochet lessons. Now, every Thursday we meet with a group of misfit women (aren't we all misfits) who share one common interest--crochet. I was surprised to realize what a wonderful medium crochet is for expression. It is so satisfying to create something and see how through your two hands (and hours and hours of dedication) you can turn a tangled mess of yarn or thread into something beautiful and useful.
And so, I hope to use this blog to share my experience with others who have the same love--no, need--to express and create. In that way we may add some color and design to this tapestry called life...