Sometimes it is Joy, Sadness, Happiness but always Love
A few days ago I got my quilt back from the festival of quilts. At first I was hesitant to open the box as I had not been able to visit it whilst it was on display at the quilt show. There was a lot happening in my family that weekend. In my mind I could see every last mistake magnified and I imagined the comments would have been just OK, but after much hesitation I opened the box, unfolded the quilt and then opened the envelope. After reading the judges comments I felt quite good and relieved. I was pleased with their response to my work. I felt even better when I saw photos kindly taken by my friend and fellow artist Margaret Holder. It was not as bad as I had imagined, Thank you Margaret.
A few days ago my father in law Dr. Sydney H Scott passed away. He had been ill and we knew he was going, he knew he was going but it was still very sad, for everyone. Dave's comments immediately after made me take note " 'the process of death is ugly', however 'he died with dignity' and 'it was a beautiful death." Life has so many lessons to learn and somehow we never seem to get it, it is always about love. I wrote these words down in my diary and will go back to them later.
A few days ago after quite a lot of emotional trauma, Joyce sent me magazines, my friend, teacher, mother figure, always making contact just when I need it. Magazines which have already begun to inspire me and my girls (all three). The only way that I can describe what I felt when I got them was LOVE. Thank you Joyce.
A few days ago my father in law Dr. Sydney H Scott passed away. He had been ill and we knew he was going, he knew he was going but it was still very sad, for everyone. Dave's comments immediately after made me take note " 'the process of death is ugly', however 'he died with dignity' and 'it was a beautiful death." Life has so many lessons to learn and somehow we never seem to get it, it is always about love. I wrote these words down in my diary and will go back to them later.
A few days ago after quite a lot of emotional trauma, Joyce sent me magazines, my friend, teacher, mother figure, always making contact just when I need it. Magazines which have already begun to inspire me and my girls (all three). The only way that I can describe what I felt when I got them was LOVE. Thank you Joyce.