Autumn is such a beautiful time of year and it always makes me think of my mum.... her birthday and mother's day fall at this time of year and she loved the crisp mornings and colours that arrive with autumn. She died when i was in high school. I'm in my 30s now and i find myself missing her in different ways as the years roll along. The big moments in life have been the hardest of course -finishing school, getting married, having children. But these last few months i've been thinking about the immense creative energy she possessed.
She was an amazingly creative woman. You know, someone who always had busy hands, couldn't sit still for more than 5 minutes without reaching for her knitting or crochet or embroidery or whatever else was in progress. I have so many memories of her crafting. Sometimes i just liked to watch. Other times i would play with scraps of felt beside her as she worked, put pins in a pin cushion as she sewed up a project on the machine or really anything to pass the time beside her. Every moment she was instilling this creative will in me.
We have lots of things she made around the house. Some practical and very much in use, like this knitted cushion and wall hanging. And some packed away only to be seen occasionally.
I would like to think that some small part of her creative energy flows through my viens. And hopefully through to my children's too, when we sit together and create. Being creative is important isn't it? Not just in arty crafty ways, but in using our hands to make things, or music, or compose a photo, plant a garden. As time goes by i guess i'm finally getting to know myself and am certainly realising that my brain works better and i feel more calm when i'm being creative. Why am i only becoming aware of this now? I might actually be nearly a grown-up now.
