Loving Embroidery

I am sneaking in a minute here, 5 minutes there on my embroidery project.  I am making slow, steady progress.

This project, being so compact, has taken away the woe is me behind my small house lack of creative space.  Sure I still have 2 quilts that I want to spend time on, and a basket of knitting yet to be learned, and all my old jewelry making supplies under the bed, but that's all o.k.  I realized through this small project that allowing myself just 5 minutes of creative time is better than nothing, and sometimes is everything.

I remember

I do remember where I was on September 11.  I was teaching on a small island in Prince William Sound. A student came to me outside and said "It was really scary when the plane hit the building."  I had no idea what he was talking about, as I had not seen the t.v. and we did not have a radio.  I asked questions about which movie he had seen.

I remember how scary it all seemed, my husband was away, I could not get ahold of him because the lines were so jammed. I wondered about friends who worked in New York, and I wondered about our world.  I felt safe on the island and more thankful than I had ever been to be living a remote life.  The images of the television broadcast, the panic, and sorrow are seared into my brain.  I will always remember.