May 2012
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By Feelings.
I always knew that my quilting was Art Therapy, I just never knew how…it just was. I never sat down and dissected the parts or even looked closely at the process, but rather was focused on the fabric, quilts and… Continue reading
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Quilted into My Art
Last week at Dial Help, I was given a thumb nail sketch of a few different disorders or what I guess we call Mental Conditions or ways in dealing with pain and abuse. One of the things we talked about… Continue reading
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Cannot Entertain Friendships
From Mark Nepo's "Book of Awakening" "I have been blessed to have deep friends in my time on Earth. They have been an oasis when my life has turned a desert. They have been a cool river to plunge in… Continue reading
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Deviating from What is Standard.
Our training last night was so revealing to me on so many levels. We do role playing on the phones. Meaning, a person is the caller and we are the liners (on the crisis line) and we then get… Continue reading
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Standing on Nothing.
I thought there was a strip of land between true and not true. A place where folks could agree with me, but not like in total agreement. Sorta like a path in the zoo, where you are not in… Continue reading
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What is it Reflecting?
In Oprah's magazine, she interviews Deepak Chopra and she asks, Oprah: "What is that essence? In every conversation I've had with housewives,in Mumbai, with middle-class people, upper-class, in the slums – everyone says there is an underlying consciousnes of karma.… Continue reading
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The pain between us.
In writing the post for Mother's Day, I felt or seen the completed picture of what might have been, had I continued in being a 'kinder' daughter. We think of the legacy of abuse as handing down repeated behaviors… Continue reading
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Face Her Own Truth
Mother's Day always comes with a cocktail of emotions. I feel the estrangement to my own mother and the void of being an adult child outside of that relationship, with the juxtaposition of being in changing relationships with my children.… Continue reading
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Just be Me.
Last night I had my second class of Volunteer Training at Dial Help. We went over different types of individuals who are part of the human population that have been labeled "different" and seem to be chosen unconsciously by the… Continue reading
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Arrived at a New Place
Well, the day finally arrived. With some trepidation or perhaps curosity in how it would all go, I walked into the Sweet Water Cafe, with a carpet roll of quilts. A group of Weavers, were in the process of taking… Continue reading
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