Tangled Stitch

She stood at the top of the hill.  It was a sheet of ice, a scary undertaking for any young girl, but she was a little different, she was afraid of everything.  Maybe she was in the third or fourth grade.  Hungry from no breakfast going home for lunch.  She probably had a hard morning at school, she was teased a lot.  Kids can be cruel.  She had lost her brother, her father and her mother in a way.  All in one full swoop, in the middle of a six month period. So she stood at the top of that icy hill and she cried.  She couldn’t make herself walk down the hill.  I guess perhaps she was afraid she would fall or she would get hurt or she would die too.  She just stood there and cried until finally her neighbor came along and gently took her hand and walked her down the two tremendous icy hills to her home.  Step by step.  By the time she reached home she did not have time for lunch and had to walk back up the icy hills becaus...

The Space Between is where you’ll find me if I get to go.  What does that actually mean?  To me it means the somewhat more focused spot in the center of the swirling chaos of threads and life.  I’ve been meditating a lot lately and I can find complete and utter peace somewhere in the middle of my meditation and then I open my eyes.  This piece was very meditative.  It was made during a very chaotic time of worry about where I fit in the world. I’m still not exactly sure but I’m moving in the right direction. I had a very traumatic childhood and meditation has brought a lot of the trauma hidden under the surface up to the top.  So many things I didn’t really remember that have given me a lifetime of shame and self esteem problems.  An underlying sadness stuck between the beautiful optimistic smile other people see.  What that has done has reminded me that for most of my life I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop afraid of my shadows. ...