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Emotional Insights From Gram & Dad



About yesterday's figurative box of leftover, mismatched puzzle pieces...
I have given it all more thought...

If Dad could fashion "something" out of "nothing"...so can I!

Back when I was a sprite young lady of five years...
I lived at grandma's farm house for a spell...
When our clothes were worn she would mend them...
When our clothes could no longer be repaired we put them in the "rag bag"...

I think perhaps that I mis-metaphored...
I am not currently struggling as a "mismatched box of emotional puzzle pieces"...
Instead I am an emotional bag of rags!

Let me explain...
Like favorite worn clothing items... emotions and feelings can become thread-bare, with holes and tattered edges... the wear and tear of life can take its toll on a person!

Here's the beauty...
Grandma had these big, old, heavy, metal pinking shears with red handles...
Every so often she and I would sit and turn the "rag bag" into perfectly cut, evenly sized quilting squares!
Taking the best...and leaving the rest!

If I really think about it...my life is much like a colorful patchwork quilt!
I guess right now with the loss of my dad just four months after my dear grandma's passing... my "emotional rag bag" is full of my favorite things! I need to bust out those beastly pinking shears, and preserve the best pieces and leave the rest...

I need to stitch some beautiful new pieces onto my "patchwork reality"

Comments

  1. AnonymousDecember 20, 2010 at 5:27 PM

    Atta Girl! NOW you're talking! Common sense that is! Just like Helen!

    ReplyDelete
  2. AnonymousDecember 20, 2010 at 5:36 PM

    AND.....your Dad!

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