The Engine Needed A Repair

The engine light came on, other than being tired ,who would have known I had two very small heart attacks. It’s strange how are bodies work, our minds work. At any given time anything could happen, yet I was one of the lucky ones.

I know the last five years have been rough, loosing my parents, other family members. The journey one day of not knowing who I was, where I was going and living in fear. I know it got the best of me in ways that are indescribable.

Even after the great care from the doctor, the heart is doing really well, the medication is working great. I have my fear that time is running out on me. So I reached for great counseling and took on creating cards and writing sentiments. I really enjoy.

Using my skills from Stampin Up as a demonstrator, sharing and teaching others, I hide away coming up with wonderful ideas how to make cards, gift tags, even boxes for gifts. My whole life I loved receiving a card in the mail from loved ones and friends, I still have many with wonderful memories. Now I create to release stress, create magic and feel great.

Over and above my crafting of creating cards, with every stitch with my crochet hook ,I feel closer to my guardian angel, my mom. I took crochet classes with mom and for years we would sit together making blankets for babies, pillow covers but most of all clowns. Moms destiny was to make a clown, “Smiley “for everyone of her great grandchildren. All but three were made before she past to cancer. (also her grandchildren). Others were made for other children in the community, mom loved to see children laugh and smile, her clowns brought that hope.

Every time I brought out my hook ,I could see her smile. The excitement of all of the beautiful colours of wool, the heads for the clown she found. I am finishing one of her projects at the moment, it really helps me relax and most of all it brings back so many wonderful memories I shared with her. I gain confidence in myself, but most of all I can just disappear from stress which has affected us all these past two years, many more for others.

Stitches can also be words that I write daily in my journal. Poetry was once my only way to cope , now I write to bring others hope. For all the things we have endured in life wether it be joy, sadness, grief or a challenge. The words wether spoken or written are meaningful. Share with others or yourself. Reread what you have written, grow and write more.

Now I write about my positives, my enjoyments but most of all what brings me happiness. My meditation of the five senses has been amazing to. When I feel a little overwhelmed or have anxiety ,I sit quietly in a chair. Planting my feet gently on the ground. My arms to my sides.

My breathing is most important. Breathing in, hold and breath out. Bringing in the good and letting go of the negatives.

As I close my eyes feeling relaxed ,I can totally drift away feeling like I am in my favourite spot. The beach, where I grew up. I stay connected than slowly coming back my first sense is sound. Than the second is smell. Reaching with my hand is touch. Licking my lips often I taste my toothpaste or what is in the air. Finally my eyes open, the first thing I see.

Ever since I was taught this wonderful meditation ,I do it often. I drift away, just like a repair. We all need this to keep us moving in a positive direction and a timeout from any stress or just to take a wonderful moment for yourself.

I am known as Crafty Cath, on Instagram I have wreathes, decor and a whole lot more. The other art that is my passion is my sketching. I took lessons on line during lockdown. Great way to hide away and with my pencil bringing life alive on paper. The world is full of so many fun and interesting things to create. Having the ability to try, to think, to learn opens so many doors of happiness.

For me my crafting, the cards, crocheting and meditation is helping me to heal. The best part of all is writing. Vocal has changed my life for that and I will always be grateful to them and all of the other wonderful authors.