Monday, October 19, 2009
Quilting Bee #28
Kristin Mills made this amazing quilt..sadly it was stolen..so if you have seen it..follow the link!
Good morning all!! I am exhausted from all the Halloween parties..can barely lift a finger...LOL. You can visit my party on the previous post..it's still going on two days later!!! Whoo hoo. So set your broomsticks aside and have a seat..I'm kickin' these witchy shoes off, my feet are killing me. I need coffee like crazy ..beware it's strong today!! Kona of course and tea of any kind and some delicious juices. There are cold cuts and delicious cheeses on artisan breads..yum! Condiments we have them!And enough Halloween candy to make you ill..please don't be ill!! Oh the music..yes is spooky..but the fire is warm in here so please..pull up a chair and join me to do the edging on this haunting quilt!!
I was up in the middle of the night contemplating my Bee and what I wanted to say today...often I feel a need too talk about some subject that has presented itself to me during the week..demanding I offer it up to you all. This is what came to me this week..a need to revisit the whole point of the the Quilting Bee..as so many of you were not here for the first one..I was thrilled to see how many of you were!! I was deeply touched really!! So I hope those of you who have read this before don't mind that I offer it up one more time to those who are new. Here is the very first Quilting Bee.....
"I read an article recently warning of the dangers of blogging. I guess I would understand… if I were posting on the company blog about the jerk boss. Well uhmmm yeah – duh. But, what I have found here… is an amazing community of mainly women here who reveal themselves as human. Which got me thinking about how we reveal ourselves here and what it means to others.
I cannot say that I have made all wonderful choices (a few pretty good ones) in my life or that it has been an easy ride. I can say that all those choices good, bad or indifferent have led to a much deeper understanding of “life is painful” & the blessings in it & what to do with that. It is written in these blogs everyday. I read posts by women reaching out to each other, helping each other through shared experiences. Commiserating, advising and supporting up! I have been deeply touched by some of you through some of my current struggles and blessed to be allowed to share in yours.
What a gift in a society that has fragmented and pulled us apart as women. It is very hard to connect today we are all VERY busy. I remember my Mother in the 60’s having bridge clubs and garden clubs. She was a quilter later in life and I remember how very much she enjoyed those unrushed times with other women.. laughing over cards or stitching and chatting. Being in the company of other women. So much of that has been lost these days. Most of us are working outside the home– a lot!!! Those of us who are at home are working just as hard. Our society has changed dramatically in the last 30 years.
So I think what I have found here is an amazing thing – a quilting bee of women! I get to share and revel in your artwork, your words and thoughts, your struggles and triumphs, your laughter, your tears, your joy and your pain. Do you all have any idea what a blessing it is for me to be “in the company of women”? Do you all know what amazing creatures you are?? What gifts you offer everyday when you choose to reveal yourself here!! For me you have become the gift of a Quilting Bee of Women. Thank you. Please pull up a chair!!"
The Bee has become so much more than the first, I am soo thrilled!!! We have even enticed a few men to join in..bless their hearts! I love them for that!! I am so touched and amazed that you all come see me every week..that something I say has value or reaches you somehow!! So..thank you to all of you Quilters..you all make my week every Monday by stopping by!! There is a button to steal if you would like..with the little quilting bee. Please add a link to me if you would like!! As always..please tell me what you think! You bless me by coming! Namaste, Sarah