I am hooked by many threads?
Farm Girl Friday Post Three
My grandmother Sue Ridenhour crocheted me a blanket when I was around 6 years old. I felt so special as I wrapped it around me and pretended that all the rays of sunshine were woven into its threads. That blanket did more than keep me warm at night. It was such a meaningful gift, a small moment in time that I felt wanted and loved by a family member. I knew that Grandma Sue loved me.
|Grandma Sue and I|
My family had difficult times, I will never forget being carted away by social services as a young teen. In the rush, I did not grab my special yellow blanket. I didn’t even remember the blanket until that night lying on the bed, scared, in a strange place. I was devastated, confused, and completely lost.
|My childhood bedroom and the yellow afghan on bed.|
It wasn’t until I became an adult that I was reunited with the yellow afghan. You see, my biological mother gave me the blanket years later. She kept it for me. This too was an enormous act of love and gift of kindness.
In today’s society, one may often focus on the negative or hurt of our past. It can be easy to hate but difficult to love. Yet, imagine if we could wrap ourselves in those sunny warm moments and send loving kindness to not only ourselves but our worse enemies.
Every so often I pull out and wrap myself in Grandma Sue’s Glory. This is when I remind myself that life is woven with many threads. We each have the ability to create something beautiful and good no matter what is or has or will happened in our life.
I now am the one crocheting coasters, pot holders, and a blanket of many colors as a gift Maria Augusta Von Trapp said it best….
“It will be very interesting one day to follow the pattern of our life as it is spread out like a beautiful tapestry. As long as we live here we see only the reverse side of the weaving, and very often the pattern, with its threads running wildly, doesn't seem to make sense. Someday, however, we shall understand."