We can tell something about [ourselves] by the way we respond to someone’s question - music is like that. Someone puts out a musical idea, and you have to find something in yourself…I have to adapt to your music idea…indirectly absorbing your otherness.
And while each participant continued to chat, I looked at them, their smiles bringing one to my face. I was not just attending a workshop on making kefir. No. This was a place of gathering, inviting me to take part. It was inviting me to meet people and share our lives.
Failure. A feeling that I had accomplished nothing in recent years, because I had always left behind projects half done. The sorrow that maybe I had made bad decisions, had not faced difficulties or given enough to the projects I was involved with. A fear that all the time given would not yield the expected outcomes.
This is my first post on a blog since Skyrock (do you remember Skyrock?). When Vivienne, one of our board members and volunteers (she makes the cookies <3), started the blog two weeks ago, I did not think I would participate.
I want to simply sit and talk to people, encouraging them to make a heart for an important person in their lives as well as a one for themselves, I think sometimes we need a little space where we can be quiet, relax and do something simple but beautiful for ourselves. Making art gives me that space.
Sometimes, there is nothing to do, but everything to be.
Quilting was the way Kay’s family helped her grandmother keep her memory. Now, it has become a family activity that Kay is passing on to others through workshops like the one held at Le Milieu.