|Sally, me, Danny, Sharon, Julie, Sharon, LaRose, Bonnie, and Becky|
I used to have friends over for playdates when my son was a young baby...around a year old. The mamas would talk and share and the babies would stagger around the back yard in that bewildered, toddling walk and investigate flowers and toys. Then bath time would come and we would throw all babies in the bath together. We would share the washing, the cleaning, the feeding, the diapers, wine, pajamas, organic broccoli puree, everything. That is when I learned about my village.
But in recent years and through my company, SUCH Designs, I have found many such villages everywhere I go. In fact, not just in my business, but in my whole life. I have a very lovely relationship with Fong, who is my postmaster at the post office. I see her many times a week. She is part of my web–my village. Our idle chat, is a momentary flash of kindness and connection in my day–as are so many others...in so many places...every day. This sharing of life is deeply spiritual to me. If I could go so far as to make a big statement, I hope you will take it for what it is worth: I see the face of god in all of my relationships, big or small, enduring or fleeting. I see, and learn more about whatever God is or means when my life overlaps with the lives of others. I put love out. I get love back. It is a simple math. 1+1=the abundant, radiant connection of a shared life. The more you give, the more you get back.
This modern craft movement that we are all a part of is filled with that spirit of people seeking a village. We all love to get together to make stuff...to just be near others and learn things as we create. It is in our bones to gather in such a way. It is an ancient, tribal urge. It feels really good. If you let it, your whole life begins to look like a sewing or painting class, a knitting circle, a yoga workshop....it spreads out and you see the divine connection in every relationship, all day long, everywhere. This feels like a sacred blessing to me. The only way I can describe is that it feels shimmering. It feels beautiful, connected, alive.
So, I have this new fabric line coming out in April with Windham Fabrics and many people volunteered to sew with it. I decided it would be fun to say yes to these women, many of whom I didn't know well and others who had taken classes with me or heard my lectures at Bernina Connection of Arizona, my local shop. I emailed them all and held out my hands. Nine women gathered to sew.
|Danny and Sharon made a bag together in thirty minutes!|
So this post is a long-winded thank you note–and even a love letter–to my village...to all my villages and all my friends: You are awesome. You know I can't do any of this alone. None of us can. And it is my honor to return the kindness to you when you ask. Thanks for holding my hand and doing it with me! You have no idea how much your friendship, sharing and connection means to me. It is much bigger than you and me. It is a wholeness of humanity woven from these relationships. The more we show up and open our hearts, the more our hearts are filled with love...and it begins to overflow and spill out and everything is soaked by that love. I am deeply grateful.