The Untangler

Hi Everyone,

Hope you are well and all is right in your world today.  I made the Executive Decision (I’m self-employed so I get to do that) on Thursday to take next week off to, well, get Christmas stuff done and take a little break. The week before and after Christmas are always my slowest of the year anyway. I did have to wrap up a couple of projects first thus the delay in this week’s post and the fact that the pictures I wanted to upload just won’t.

Today’s subject is something I have been pondering for about two and a half months now.  It started purcolating in my little brain while D. and I were at the beach in October.  He was wanting to go fishing, but had a big, tangled mess of fishing line. After a few minutes of watching his frustration in trying to untangle the mess, I took it, sent him off to make lunch and in about 15 minutes presented him with the separate pieces of line. It reminded me of my early years in retail where the jewelry department would bring me boxes of tangled up necklaces to sort out on slow nights back in my area of the home shop. I seemed to be the only one with the patience to work at the mess until each piece was free. Little did I know that this tiny talent would be tested time and time again.

If you have the blessing of several decades under your belt, I’m sure you have recognized patterns and recurring themes in your life. If you are early in your journey on this earth maybe not, but if you pay attention, you will too. One of mine is The Untangler evidently. Physically and metaphorically. 

In my recent middle-of-the-night knitting sessions I realized that as I made hundreds of little loops to create a garment, my brain was tediously un-looping one problem after another in this tangled up mess that is my late sister-in-law’s estate. I also realized that over the years I have been given the task OR had forced upon me the task of straightening out  messes of increasing complication and they were usually created by OTHER PEOPLE. I have made my share of messes all by myself but either they were not so bad or I’m more proficient at fixing my own messes. 
As I knitted I tried to think of the names I would give to the subtle talents of other people I know. These would be people I know very well because these are not obvious talents nor are they the professions of these folks though elements may be involved. The Healer would be one of the first. Not doctors or nurses, but those glorious people who, through the almost lost art of listening and attention, help you heal from life’s wounds. The Connector would be another. They know EVERYONE and make mental connections that bring different people together to accomplish goals, big and little. There is The Mediator that has probably been helping their people work out differences since the first playground incident. The Warrior comes in to decide and end a dispute The Mediator has given up on. I haven’t seen an abundance of The Warriors, which is good, not because they are bad people, but because to end a battle there is often a high personal and emotional price for The Warrior to pay just like in any war. 

This brings up another observation. These ingrained “gifts” are not chosen and are often a source of high stress. For me to untangle a big mess takes enormous energy, time and frustration. Time away from what I want and need to be doing and looking at the list above I think that would be true in each category. To live as a society and it could be argued, to even survive as humans we need each and every one of these abilities as well as any I have not mentioned.  I guess we should look at them as a part of our contribution for life on planet Earth. 

Have a wonderful week and bless you for THE GIFTS you bring to ease the difficulties of humankind. 

Photo credit…if one shows up its mine but there seems to be an uploading issue today. I gave up waiting on it to load.


Happy as a pig in mud

Hi Everyone!

All my hurricane refugees are safely back in their homes at the coast now.  Life is back to whatever normal is.  I don’t ever wish for a hurricane, but they do bring my kids home for a visit and we got some MUCH needed rain here.  North Carolina and South Carolina still have several areas dealing with severe flooding from Hurricane Matthew.  Our prayers are with them as they deal with cleanup and rebuilding.

Now for an update on my new “studio” situation.  If you are new to this crazy blog go HERE to see what I am talking about.

I do believe that each human being has gifts or talents that they are supposed to use during their time on earth.  And I guess we are supposed to be grateful for those gifts/talents because in most cases they are what brings us a sense of peace and joy even during total chaos.  I will admit that I wish I had gotten at least some skill in math and science or even a half way decent singing voice. But that is neither here nor there so I will continue on my creative way.

From the time I could hold a crayon until high school graduation I could find time to just sit, draw, paint, etc. and improve my skills.  As an art student concentrating in graphic design I began a downward spiral.  Instead of improving on my skills, I lost ground as there was less and less time to do the painting and drawing. Design does not require artist skill in the classic sense.  Enter a design career, marriage, kids, house, yard, dog, a printing company, a divorce, two jobs and teenagers and twenty-five years were gone.

In that twenty-five years I attempted to carve out time to draw and paint and sporadically managed a few paintings here and there.  I even sold work occasionally, but the time needed to seriously work and drill down and find my artistic “voice” never happened.  What I now have piled up in my storage unit are half baked pieces.  There was a good start of an idea, but never the time to really do the work right.  They were rushed to finish most of the time and lack the skill and thoughtfulness necessary to really make the good finished pieces.

Enter empty nest, a streamlined design business, a slower country style pace of life and a meat processing business with extra space and required attendance. Life, God, the Fates, have put their foot down and demanded that I get to work NOW.  And you know, it’s working!

Right now, business is slow so I have eight hours a day, three to four days a week in a building with no wifi, no tv, not even a good radio.  I have hauled most of my supplies (especially as the hurricane refugees were making their way here) over there.  And I am working and thinking and making messes and just having a blast.

Two small painting finished yesterday. The landscape one is a work in progress. Yes, that is a mouse hole on the wall and yes, it stuck it's head out to say hello this morning.
Two small painting finished yesterday. The landscape one is a work in progress. Yes, that is a mouse hole on the wall and yes, it stuck it’s head out to say hello this morning.

In my attempt at procrastination and avoidance of the cruel voices in my head (you know the ones – “you can’t do that”, “that’s just weird”, “that looks like crap”) I started out sewing stuff, but the call of paint and pencil became too strong.  The paints opened up yesterday and here is where I am today.  Basically, I am having to relearn all the stuff I used to do effortlessly in high school.  It makes me mad, but at the same time, to do what I want to do, it has to be done.

Yes, I may have one of the weirdest studios in history.  Ugly, yes, but it has good natural light during the day and I’m stuck there with myself.  So, I will carry on and see where it takes me.  God works in mysterious ways.  Who would have thunk!!?

My work area. I even have to clean up after myself every day because, well, people come in here.
My work area. I even have to clean up after myself every day because, well, people come in here.

Gotta go do some laundry and make some dinner before I head out to my evening shift at WSE (Weirdest Studio Ever).

Have a lovely week!