I just spent the past two days stitching this little flower.
I don't know the exact number of hours...probably 10 or so.
Lots of time to wonder...
"What the heck are you doing?
What is the purpose of this?
Don't you have better things to do with your time?"
[Actually, I didn't really ask the last question...that's the question I see in people's faces when they ask, "So, what did you do today?" And I answer, "Oh, I stitched a flower."]
I mean really. I just spent 10 hours or so on embroidering a motif that is 2" x 3" -- a small motif in the bottom right hand corner of an 8" block.
No wonder they call it a pastime. No wonder it's becoming a lost art.
Given the billions of people on this earth, there just aren't that many who would choose to spend their time this way. Not even 1%.
Let's face it. Even all of you reading this blog...well, we're just not that many compared to the masses in the world. We really are a small group. How many teenage girls and boys do you know that are studying embroidery?
There are so many alternatives for our time.
I could be saving the world. I could be changing the face of health care. I could be building houses for the homeless...
But I'm not.
Though I may dabble in those pursuits...helping my neighbor when I can, volunteering in my community, helping out at my son's school...
If I'm truly honest, those activities just take time away from what I really want to be doing.
They're just diversions to my true calling. And, after all this time, I have no doubt that needlework is my calling.
But is that legitimate today?
Two hundred years ago maybe...when royalty displayed their wealth on their sleeves in the form of precious and intricate embroideries...
But today? And yet, the calling is there.
Perhaps it is legitimate by the mere fact that it exists...I mean, at least I have a passion...many go through life without one.
Yet I'm not sure why I have this drive or what purpose it serves in my life.
I just know that I am drawn to my embroidery like a fish is to the sea. And it feeds my soul.
It's an obsession...a pre-occupation with designing, sourcing and creating embroidery projects...and I could no more stop doing it than I could cut off my right arm.
I dream about it. I'm always thinking about it. And I know I'm not alone. [I'm waving at YOU!]
I don't care if a project takes forever to complete...or a specific technique is tedious and time consuming...
I am patient.
I am on a journey...on my own yellow brick road...and to deviate from that path would be to deny my true self.
And yet, I have no idea why I am here on this road.
Why I would spend two days of my life stitching this one small motif?
I have no idea. I am just compelled to do so.
But, is that reason enough? Shouldn't I be doing something "bigger" with my life? I mean really, will my pursuit of needlework leave the world a better place?
It's hard to believe that it will. And yet I can't step from this path...
[Oh boy. This is where you all wonder what someone slipped into my tea cup...]
Maybe you have some wisdom to share...
or a diagnosis and some medication to send to me...
Happy weekend everyone!