One day last week I felt inspired to revisit the past. I opened my grandmother’s cedar chest, and sorted through the many treasured items stored there.
There’s a photo album of pictures from WildFiber, the fiber arts store I opened in 1993 and owned for seven years. I met so many artists through the store, and it opened my eyes to a new way of being. It gave me confidence to pursue my own art.
There’s a beautiful hand-felted silk and wool scarf that my mother made and gave to me.
There are cards and letters from so many dear people, many of them handmade.
These precious mementos made me realize that there was so much love there, even though I may not have recognized it at the time. When I was living through those events, I mostly felt anxiety and stress. There were decisions to be made and so many things to do. I was too busy to stop and feel the love.
But I can feel the love from those days now. And the love is here in the present as well, even when I don’t notice it and I’m not aware of it. There is love here always.
Even when we feel sad, even when we feel scared, even when we feel unlovable, even when we feel alone. There is still love here. People love you.
I have lived a remarkable life, and I’m so grateful for all of the people and animals who have loved me. Thank you for giving me your love. I hope I have made others feel loved, too.
Who do you love? I’d enjoy hearing your thoughts. You can share them with us in the comments section below.
With love and appreciation,
Collage at top: “Lone Journey,” 14 x 11 inches, collage on wood panel.