I live alone with my preschooler in an off-grid cabin on a remote island off the coast of British Columbia.
"Don't wish me happiness I don't expect to be happy all the time....It's gotten beyond that somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor. I will need them all." Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Saturday, 17 January 2015
Before I was pregnant I lived and breathed tapestry weaving. It was the meaning of my existence. Motherhood became my invitation to selflessness. When my baby came into the world I stopped tapestry weaving. That's what priorities do to you. I took up watercolor painting which was a very good fit as I had very little to no time. I needed to be there for my baby. Now my daughter is nearly three and I have some time. In september my toddler helped me build a loom. It is unlike any loom being manufactored today but it has everything in a loom that I want. Last month I began weaving a small tapestry. The years I spent away from it have been a gift. I don't know where I'm going but I'm breathless for the journey. I have come full circle and for this I celebrate. My experience has made me wonder: Does selflessness always offer a greater return?