my mom at 16 in her band uniform – she played flute and piccolo
On Mother’s Day I called my sister because, “you are the only other person who looks in the mirror and sees Mom.” Laughing she responded, “yes, and I hear her voice all the time too.” Carol and I talked about a quilt I’m working on that is a bit outside my competency. I often “bless” it – a confession our mom shared each time she gave one her beautiful quilts to a grandchild at their wedding.
I’m continually mugged by perfectionism. Frustrated working on an internet newsletter demanding a high learning curve, I gave up and washed the dishes piled in the sink. Then fried some bacon for lunch – not the food most favored by a healthy heart diet – but I was tired of trying to “get it right.”
Last Saturday, the first day it was activated, I took my new “smart phone” to a family picnic. When I got to the sprawling park I needed to call a family member to figure out where we were gathered – that’s when I realized I hadn’t transferred any phone numbers! The first time my 8-year-old grandson picked up that “smart phone” and texted his mother, I remembered this stuff is in their DNA and mine was formed with rotary dial.
They learn science: DNA Found to Have “Impossible” Telepathic Properties
I follow this blog because I love fabrics all patched and mended; after all I am a collage artist. ( http://blueandwhitetokyo.com/2014/05/21/mending-my-ways/)In our accelerating and disposable world, have we lost sight of the preciousness of things, the importance of keeping them safe and honoring them?
I gave up my “old” cell phone because I want the magic of “Face Time” with my Michigan grandson and his parents and I love trading photos and texting with my Oregon grandkids.
I’ll finish this blessed quilt because my granddaughter chose the pattern for her birthday present. The imperfect newsletter was broadcast on time via the internet and the next one is in the works. NPR recently talked about surveys that show quilting and other puzzle solving is good for the brains of “seniors.” Maybe I “still have it” whatever “have it” is. Mostly I think “it” is about my sense of the ridiculous.
the art of surrendering by Liza M. DiNunzio
does not mean to give up.
it is about finding the grace and the strength within
to try a different way…
a different way of seeing,
letting go of the outcome
and expecting the best.
Thank you Lisa. http://www.pritistudio.com/2014/05/the-art-of-surrendering.html