Looking for Hope

This is not the post I thought I was going to write.  I had something in the works last week to update what I have been up to all summer.  But then the protests in Charlottesville, VA happened.  And our current president’s words took the wind out of my sails.  I am deflated and with a loss of hope.

20170816_102103It’s like this cotton thread my puppy Fiona got yesterday.  A tangled mess. She loves to chew cardboard and although I try to keep it away from her, she is a sneaky 10 month old pup.  I found the cone destroyed and the cotton discarded under my bed this morning.  I could just toss it. Give up. The value is little, the amount of thread is small.  And yet, I love the bright green color.  It is often the perfect shade to stitch my textile tree art with.  I’m not sure if this is the best use of my time, but I am hopeful it won’t take long to untangle.

Today I read the despair and anger in my Facebook feed.  I know my friends are hurting, feeling unsafe, unsure who to trust.  Do they wonder if they can trust me?  What can I do to help fix this?   Today I have feelings of hopelessness.  I feel almost like giving up.

Peace Camp Quilt
Peace Camp Quilt

In June I spent a week teaching art during “PEACE CAMP”.  A friend reached out to me to see if I was interested and available to participate in a program coming to our community to promote peace and nonviolence through a children’s camp.  I jumped on the opportunity.  Little Friends for Peace has been working for over 35 years to “disarm violence with empathy”.  They travel around the country teaching children ages 4-14 listening and empathy skills. The children learn about other races, religions and cultures, with invited guests coming in each morning to share their stories of their beliefs and of the places they lived in as children. This is an effective way to eliminate fears and misunderstanding of others.  It was such a joy to work with the kids to create a Pieced Peace Quilt in the art sessions.  The quilt made of salvaged denim and the kids imaginations will hang in our community as a continuing reminder that we must unite to create peace on earth.  This gives me hope.

Over the summer I also taught at other art camp programs both through the Oak Park Education Foundation and the Oak Park Art League.  The OPEF Base Camp provided me the opportunity to teach 3rd – 5th grade students how to create their own “Story Quilt”.  As the first step in the “design process” I assigned the students the task of pretending to be journalists and to interview another student.  Through this they were able to quickly learn things about the kids they didn’t know and find things in common within the group.  It gave me much hope to observe the children sharing their personal stories, listening and supporting each other as they learned new skills like fabric dying and hand stitching.

OPEF Base Camp Story Quilt
OPEF Base Camp Story Quilt

I do not share these stories of what I did this summer to give myself a pat on the back, that I should be congratulated for doing my good deeds.  No, I share them to try to pass on a little of the hope I am still trying to hold on to, too.  I also need to document the “good” I see and am a part of to bring me out of the despair I am feeling today.

And so, like Elizabeth Warren, I persist.  I do not get angry, violent or punitive with Fiona for causing the tangled web.  She doesn’t really know any better.  When she knows better, she will do better.  And that is how I see it.  I must keep sharing my message of hope, and nonviolence.  When others know better, they too will do better.  In the meantime I will do what is within my capabilities to fix the mess I see.  And I hope that like the “butterfly effect” the small ways I can help create peace and nonviolence will ripple out into the world.  My now neat and tidy hank of green embroidery thread is a reminder to me that we can each do something everyday day to repair the wrongs of our past and do our best to fix things for the future.  This is the little thread of hope I choose to hold on to.

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A little thread of HOPE

 

 

Full Moon Eclipse Energy

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Fiona & Peepers 

As I write this I am feeling complete peace and serenity.  Wow, I know, (how?) in the face of the fear, unrest and chaos that is projected from every news source, every social media platform and every innocent conversation with friends.  But, I am in my sacred space, my studio with the setting sun shining in my window, warming me on this cold winter day.  My new puppy is sleeping at my feet and my 15-year-old cat just wandered through to check on us.  These two remind me that I have everything I need.

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My Fiona – 4 months old

I took Fiona in as a “foster pup” right after Thanksgiving. The local Animal Care League has dogs that aren’t ready for adoption (she needed to be spayed) and yet would do better someplace outside the shelter for a short period of time. I thought this would be a good opportunity for me to see if I wanted to do the whole “puppy thing” again. Was I really ready for a dog again, (We lost our LUCKY last August) or would adopting an older dog be a better option this time around? Well, it was love at first sight. And so, I adopted this sweet girl. Fiona wakes up each morning filled with excitement, knowing she will be fed well and cared for and wondering “where will we go walking today”.  My cat sleeps on my feet each night, feeling my warmth and love, knowing she is protected.  And so despite the uncertainties the “static” of our world tries to rope my attention with, I know I am loved and cared for by an entity beyond my earthly understanding.  That Divine Entity lives within me and my pets reflect it back to me.  I can feel it.

Tonight is the full moon with the first lunar eclipse of the year.  This will usher in energies that we can tap into to clear away “what no longer serves” us, individually and collectively. I really resonate with what Sandra Walter outlines about this eclipse season and what it holds for us collectively:

“As you break your addictions to drama, concern, or worry about the external, and shift to heart-based action, empowerment and divinity, you resonate with the higher trajectories of the Christed timelines which deliver peace and opportunities for global divine alignment.”

I hope that you too can feel the “love wave” that is here this evening. I can only describe it as a wave of Divine Grace.  Despite everything, We are Loved and Cared for and Safe.

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The view out my studio window this evening….It’s Divine.

Unsteady

Ooh, Summer.  With all your distractions.  Some Good.  Some Challenging.  Where have I been?  In avoidance?  Or, in A Void Dance?  Probably a little of both. (more on that later).

But today I am in the midst of one of life’s little challenges.  Dealing with the illness of an aging pet. Our Dog showed up in early 2002 as a young pup.  She was found by a neighborhood friend just running along the side of a Chicago city street.  No collar, skinny, sun-faded fur.  She was about 2 months old.  That put her birthdate at about 1-1-2002.  She was adorable, but what would she turn into?  We had no idea of her breed or origins.  Could she be a menacing, agitated fighting dog in a few months?  She sure seemed sweet.

You see, the summer and autumn of 2001 were particularly challenging for our family.  We lost our first dog, Molly to illness at 11 years that July.  I learned much from my relationship with Molly.  She was supposed to be our “practice child” to see if my husband and I were ready for parenthood.  But, I mostly learned from her that you can struggle with the personalily of someone in your life and still really love and miss them when they are gone.  This was an important lesson for me at that time.  She was a “high-strung” border collie/belgian sheepdog mix who liked to bark (a lot) and as we got her a few years before having our children, she always seemed a bit jealous when they came along.  Not really the “family pet”.   Then a few weeks after we said a sad good-bye to our Molly my husband’s grandmother passed away.   And in August the death of my father-in-law was a huge blow to our family.  Followed of course, by the event of September 11th of that year that rocked the reality of the entire nation.  Yes 2001 was a tough year for many (most) of us.

So then that following spring, some brightness and joy bounced into our life.  Was I ready for another puppy?  My kids ages 7 & 9 at the time were ready.  They named her Lucky after a story they had read about a stray dog, but we were truly the lucky ones.  She has been the ideal dog (well if you don’t mind a lot of shedding fur).  She is calm, patient, great with the kids and topped out at 40 pounds, just like we like!   She has been lucky several times over the years too.  Once, when she was young she bounded out of our back gate as my son left it open just a moment too long.  She ran into the street and bounced off the bumper of a passing car.  She was stunned, but nothing more.  And she never did that again!  And 2 1/2 years ago at the end of 2013 we noticed a change in her behavior.  She quit jumping up on the bed, and seemed a bit off.  This again came at a very difficult time for us, just 2 weeks after we lost my mother-in-law to cancer.  A trip to the vet and an x-ray revealed a tumor on her spleen.  We were willing to do whatever we could for our Lucky.  We had the tumor removed, all 5+ pounds of it! (a stitch in time saved!!!)  And she recovered to be as active as she had always been.

I realized today that at 14 1/2 years, sleeping next to my side of the bed, and under my feet everyday, I have spent more of my “life minutes” with her, than with any other being. Probably more than with my husband of almost 29 years.  And now the last couple of weeks she has been struggling to walk up and down our stairs.  She is just not “herself”.  We went to the Vet a few days ago and they gave her an anti-infammatory that seemed to improve her movement, but she has been “up and down” every day this week.  I can’t tell which direction this is going.  And at her age, I’m not sure what to do.  So,  I’ve been bringing her into my work studio the last couple of days with me.  I want to spend as much time as possible with this sweet baby, and I want to watch how she is feeling.  This morning she was in the backseat, trying to lay down for the ride.  As I turned on the radio this song came on the radio.  I believe she was singing it to me.

X Ambassadors:  Unsteady

Hold, hold on, hold onto me
‘Cause I’m a little unsteady
A little unsteady
Hold, hold on, hold onto me
‘Cause I’m a little unsteady
A little unsteady

Mama, come here
Approach, appear
Daddy, I’m alone
‘Cause this house don’t feel like home

If you love me, don’t let go
Whoa, if you love me, don’t let go

Hold, hold on, hold onto me
‘Cause I’m a little unsteady
A little unsteady
Hold, hold on, hold onto me
‘Cause I’m a little unsteady
A little unsteady

Mother, I know
That you’re tired of being alone
Dad, I know you’re trying
To fight when you feel like flying

But if you love me, don’t let go
Whoa, if you love me, don’t let go

Hold, hold on, hold onto me
‘Cause I’m a little unsteady
A little unsteady
Hold, hold on, hold onto me
‘Cause I’m a little unsteady
A little unsteady

Hold, hold on, hold onto me
‘Cause I’m a little unsteady
A little unsteady…..

So for now, I will hold on to you Lucky.  

We are both a little unsteady.

And I’m not ready to Let Go.

My Lucky Dog
My Lucky Dog

Update:  Lucky closed her eyes for her eternal rest on August 20, 2016.  See Lucky.