Last week started out on a positive note. Monday morning I awoke, got ready and left the house early to run a few errands before starting a full studio week. Then, with one phone call, all my plans for the week changed. Last week I said goodbye to my mom. I held her hand and wiped her brow for her last day and a half on earth, I caressed her hair as I felt her pulse as she took her last breath. And while I am sorry for myself, and other family and friends, that we no longer have her here, I am thankful her journey is done. While I won’t go into detail, mom suffered from several painful chronic conditions that all came to a head in the last few months. But, she lived to 90 with only six months of wheelchair bound! She lived a long and good life and left a mark on many hearts. Mom will forever live on in those she touched. And her ring will remain on my hand as long as it fits.
So while my last post ended with a hope of sewing content coming, that didn’t happen. Very little happened creatively. I did a small amount of knitting. One sock toe, the start of two cuffs, and one row on my pink vest. That’s it.
And a small amount happened at the loom. I discovered ballerina shoes make a tremendous improvement to my feet while pushing on treadles. They are narrow enough soles to not get in the way, but enough cushion to remove the pain of the neuroma.
My loom is what I call a “happy place”, but in reality it’s a meditative centering place. And what did happen in my quest for calm is the completion of a set of dish towels with a few washcloths to go with. The washcloths are an experiment that is not yet fully successful, but improving.
I leave you to start this week with one thought. Cherish your loved ones, let them know they are loved, because you never know when it will be your or their last breath.