Long and Winding Road

I have decided to take a day off  from my blog and thought everyone might be interested in a blog post from the past.  It really describes the path I have taken to get here today.  I hope you enjoy it and realize the message hidden in it.  We are ruining our childrens lives by not teaching them the values and cultures  of long ago and not giving them the moral compass to move forward.  Every person has a different path and a unique talent. and those paths are being formed by a society that wants to dumb down our children and give them very few options in the future.  Please enjoy I'll see you soon.
The pictures that accompany this post is a purse called Wildflower. They started with a design which after it was drawn became a flower with a stem. As I was working on this project I realized what a long and winding road my life and my work has become.

I think everybody's life is a long and winding road to find peace and to find ourselves. With every stitch and every twist and turn my needle takes, a bit of my life unfolds before my eyes. It has been a strange and winding trip from a little town in New Jersey and making afghans to assuage my grief to a place where I can finally accept myself and all the little twists and turns that have made me an artist expressing my soul. Even a simple flower purse starts out as a design that comes from inside of me and ends up as a finished peace. My friend Emily said recently that every peace of my work lately looks like it comes from my soul and when I think about it that describes it pretty well. Every peace that I make fills me with peace and then I wonder why I take the hard route that doesn't really add to my life so much of the time. The hours wasted doing nothing, either playing on the computer or doing crossword puzzles or watching politics. Nothing gives me peace like working on a peace. Add a little new age music and I've found the perfect moment.

I think most of our lives are lived getting out of our own way. Making mountains out of molehills or letting inspiration be drowned out by something so much less important. In the past few months I've gotten better at drowning out the unimportant but still sometimes an obstacle that I've usually put in my own way crops up. Instead of letting the long and winding peace of thread bring me joy I do something to put myself in knots.

So there lies the rub and the idea that anything that brings someone peace and happiness is something they should be doing the rest of their lives as much as they can. Long and winding roads of life tied together by threads. Sadness and grief assuaged by something they love. A cross word from someone you love or even worse someone who you don't know and who doesn't really matter forgotten the minute you start doing what you love. A peace of work, a peace of love, a peace of peace.

I don't know if you have been reading my blog a lot or just happened upon it but do what you love, love who you are, find your peace of something and just live your life happy. Nothing is easy but peace is the most illusive and most of the problem is you. I've realized I can either choose to be unhappy or I can do something I love and find the long and winding strand of thread that gives me peace. Bless you, keep stitching.