08 February 08 - 01:08
Some Messages Are Hard to Interpret
Last week, as I was going slightly crazy trying to keep all the balls in the air, I had a soothing and quiet talk with someone I know who is a yoga teacher. I shared with her that I felt like my lack of a regular spiritual practice was making it hard for me to stay grounded and balanced. I have done yoga for years, but never consistently, let alone as a daily practice. In fact, I've always resisted doing anything as a daily practice, I even resent having to brush my teeth every night!
But I remembered that just the night before, when I was saying to my husband that I hated doing anything as a regular practice, he said, "What about your sewing?' I was stopped cold by this. I really do sew something nearly every day. And even if I don't love every aspect of a sewing project – though my sewing language has cleaned up a great deal since I had children in the house – I can say that I gain something by working through the resistances, simply by doing the next thing until I get back to a part of the project that I like better.
I shared this with the yoga teacher. She said, "It sounds to me like you have found your spiritual practice." She knew of someone who found photography as their practice. Whatever makes you more mindful is your practice.
So I went home, full of a new determination to put a little mindfulness practice into my daily sewing work. I walked in the door, to be greeted by my five-year-old's request, "Can I have my friend in?" "No," I said. Quite aside from the fact that it was after dark and I didn't want to worry the friend's mother, I wanted the house to be quiet so I could be mindful. The girls were watching a video, my son was playing on the computer, my husband was out for groceries, and it seemed like the perfect chance to slip away into the inner sanctum of my sewing room.
I walked mindfully to my sewing desk, reached inside myself to touch the presence of God, sat down in my sewing chair... and caught my brand new pants on the edge of the sewing desk and ripped a hole in them. All mindfulness disappeared in a deeply Scottish response of, "Those cost me forty bucks!"
I'm still trying to figure out what God was trying to tell me.
Blessings, Heather.
four comments
maybe gods trying to give you more sewing projects???
chantelle () - 08 02 08 - 20:02
Maybe God is trying to tell you to work more with your mind and less with your legs! =)
melaena - 20 02 08 - 20:24
God, knowing your frugal Scottish upbringing, is giving you an opportunity to do some mindful mending – and possibly a hint to sand and seal the corner of the sewing desk. 
Elizabeth in UK - 21 02 08 - 16:14
Actually, since I almost never repair anything I have, I’ve been wearing the pants, hole and all, ever since. Really, it’s only a small hole. The Scottish frugal nature and my basic lack of time have successfully conspired together!
Heather - 22 02 08 - 00:30
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