Behind every sewer is a huge pile of fabric.... and the Sorter?

[Guest guest]

It is said our mind are never at peace…. Our mind is always processing thoughts

and emotions. If our mind is the battlefield many wants to possess, my mind is

the field where the " I " , " ME " and " MYSELF " fought the battle to dispossess

themselves from each other……

 

SELF " see that piece of quilt bedspread … and look at that lovely cross stitch

table cloth… so delicate but awesome… it's really beautiful "

 

I and ME " yes nice… wonder how they do it? "

 

SELF addressing to I " Easy once you have mastered the art…… bet you can never do

it "

 

I " what do you mean can never do … of course I can… "

 

SELF " no you can't "

 

I " yes I can "

 

SELF " you do not have the patience……you're too impulsive and arrogant.

Moreover sewing is definitely not for people like you. "

 

I " What do you mean not for people like me… what is wrong with me? There is

nothing wrong with me! "

 

ME " Sewing is for the dainty... the ladylike... the homely "

I " So what! I can definitely do it….its so simple. I can learn fast and do

fast… "

 

ME " prove to us then "

 

SELF " yes proof to us how good you are "

 

After a while… as I sitting with her latest project thinking to herself " now how

do I get trap in this situation? " This is too tired some….. Time consuming…..

But I can't stop now… I must complete it…. I can't stop half way… they will

laugh at me. I must prove to them that I will complete it and does it well "

 

" So... how? Difficult… you can stop it you know if you want to. Don't have to

force yourself…. " Teased the SELF.

 

I " No…. its not difficult. I will complete it as I promise "

 

…and so the battle goes on and on… until I eventually learns the effect of

sewing. Sewing can be very therapeutic. It's about creativity, about maintaining

your focus, about endurance but more important is a good test for your patience.

.. It's an effective form of hand therapy if you have problem disciplining your

patience or anger, sewing will do you wonders. In cross stitch, every stitch is

important because it continue from one to another. Once the thread breaks in

between, it will affect the whole line. You have to remove and redo it all over

again. Even the needle you use must be correct. It cannot be too small or will

not fit the thread, or too big as it will cause an uneven line. Sewing is like

binding one to another, a continuation of the next like our lives. All our

action is important because it will have an effect on the whole.

 

Amongst all the different sewing projects crazy quilt is the best. Crazy quilt

is fun. It does not follow a particular pattern, often free flow by nature and

you need to be extremely creative to produce a piece work of art from crazy

quilting. That is what it actually does, putting all the different fabric from

all the different designs together can drive you nuts, but the final output : A

beautiful art piece that you can proudly hang on your wall or use as bed sheet

covers or whatever. It is to remain sane in an insane world.

 

I realized that once she start quilting especially by hand, time seems to slow

down. I could do a lot within a short period time, different from creating

website, One can have this sensation of spending hours in front of the computer

and yet have accomplish nothing much.

 

Speed gives us this sensation of power and momentum, which we allow to rule our

daily lives. We feel, if we move with speed, we are in control. We have the

power to master our life. But are we? Earth is in the move all the time. The

cessation of movement or stagnation is the beginning of the end. Thus it is

natural for us to move together in the same speed as the Earth. In this modern

world, we are made to believe that the world is moving at a faster rate, and the

only way to keep it up is to move along with the speed, only then our life will

work. Does it?

 

I've suddenly stop sewing for reason unknown. The machine have been functioning

so well and then suddenly one day when I'm about to recommence, it refused to

move. I checked the parts. Dismantle them all and do a thorough cleaning…

removing the dust and such, but the needle refused to move. Even when it does,

it didn't attach the thread to each other as it should be. I sat there puzzled.

After a while I walked out from the sewing room and never came back. And so it

has been left like that the abandoned projects still lying on the table in my

sewing room… Every time I walked passed, I looked inside reassuring myself " I

must start again. Must find out why the machine didn't work… or perhaps machine

too like us humans… after along time goes into crash and burn……..so let it be

for a while… until such a time… then I will come back and continue where I've

left… " and it have been left……not sure for how long now.

 

Guruji said he wants to come over for a visit for some time now, but it never

materializes. Its okay I told guruji, maybe the time is not right. When the time

is right, we will meet again, if not this life time perhaps the next, Devi

wills... I reassure myself. And so life goes on as it should be.... until the

dream…..

 

…… I heard their voice talking… cannot be I said to myself. He cannot be here,

and then whose voice is that….and there he was, sitting on the breakfast table

with husband chatting happily away. I was stunt…..now where did he come from? I

thought he said he can't make it… but there he was. He greeted me as Husband

left for work.

" Quick….aren't you not suppose to do the foot reflexology for somebody? " he

asked

 

" Foot reflexology? "

 

" Yes……. This person came earlier to ask me to remind you "

 

" He did? " and so I left to not sure where……..for the foot reflexology session.

Why foot reflexology, I asked myself several time. Well yes I do believe in the

therapeutic effect of foot reflexology but ……

 

As I entered the house after the session, there he was…he is still around,

standing in the middle of the room, with my boxes of quilt fabric. He was

sorting them out…I look at him puzzled. What is he doing?

 

" Come on... why are you standing there watching…..I've already sorted these

materials for you... now take this… this fabric is for that pile… yes yes put it

there………this one is for the other pile " and so he goes on and on.. Sorting one

by one. I followed his instruction... puzzled and amuse. This whole scene looks

hilarious. Why are we standing here sorting my quilting material? And how did

he get those boxes down here. They are huge and heavy. For a man of his size no

way he can carry them by himself. Oh! Well in dreams anything is possible. Even

hubby would not want to go into the room and mess around with my sewing things…

it's a no go zone.

 

" There you are……all sorted out. You can start putting the entire piece together

again, yes? "

 

" Yes " I responded softly as I look at the piles of fabric around me. I can see

it......I can feel it.........but I do not feel guilty about it…..I know I must

do something about it one of these day........but I don't know when. I can still

hear the voices....whispering softly within " I've sorted out the fabric. When

are you going to start stitching them? "

 

And old friend came by for a visit couple of days ago… and from his bag he took

out " Crazy quilt " . I scream of joy like always, not sure why, is it because of

the word crazy quilt or the book itself. I love both. I have so many quilting

books in my library, and yet to see one as my dear friend from across the

continent came, bring delight and joy. You must have it because it is one step

to the complete collection you already have even thought you know this

completeness is not a total complete. A great collection is vast, they are never

complete. This whole senses of incomplete triggers the desire for completeness.

Suddenly I began to visualize the scene in my head.

 

" Guruji, I'm going to visit Nora again. What shall I bring for her this time? I

want to bring her something she will really like " asked this good old friend.

And the voice told him.

 

As I browse through the pages, suddenly the image came back again in the head,

the image of Him standing amongst the piles of fabric sorting them out for me.

The whispers becoming stronger each day even so after my special guest has gone

home… " Nora when are you going to start? "

 

You all must be wondering……why am I writing all this. I really don't know. I

suddenly have this strong urge to write about it and post it here. He will know!

[Guest guest]

Poor Guruji. Is he guilty of all these? I wonder!!!

 

, " NMadasamy " <nora wrote:

>

> It is said our mind are never at peace…. Our mind is always processing

thoughts and emotions. If our mind is the battlefield many wants to possess, my

mind is the field where the " I " , " ME " and " MYSELF " fought the battle to

dispossess themselves from each other……

>

> SELF " see that piece of quilt bedspread … and look at that lovely cross

stitch table cloth… so delicate but awesome… it's really beautiful "

>

> I and ME " yes nice… wonder how they do it? "

>

> SELF addressing to I " Easy once you have mastered the art…… bet you can never

do it "

>

> I " what do you mean can never do … of course I can… "

>

> SELF " no you can't "

>

> I " yes I can "

>

> SELF " you do not have the patience……you're too impulsive and arrogant.

Moreover sewing is definitely not for people like you. "

>

> I " What do you mean not for people like me… what is wrong with me? There is

nothing wrong with me! "

>

> ME " Sewing is for the dainty... the ladylike... the homely "

> I " So what! I can definitely do it….its so simple. I can learn fast and do

fast… "

>

> ME " prove to us then "

>

> SELF " yes proof to us how good you are "

>

> After a while… as I sitting with her latest project thinking to herself " now

how do I get trap in this situation? " This is too tired some….. Time

consuming….. But I can't stop now… I must complete it…. I can't stop half way…

they will laugh at me. I must prove to them that I will complete it and does it

well "

>

> " So... how? Difficult… you can stop it you know if you want to. Don't have to

force yourself…. " Teased the SELF.

>

> I " No…. its not difficult. I will complete it as I promise "

>

> …and so the battle goes on and on… until I eventually learns the effect of

sewing. Sewing can be very therapeutic. It's about creativity, about maintaining

your focus, about endurance but more important is a good test for your patience.

.. It's an effective form of hand therapy if you have problem disciplining your

patience or anger, sewing will do you wonders. In cross stitch, every stitch is

important because it continue from one to another. Once the thread breaks in

between, it will affect the whole line. You have to remove and redo it all over

again. Even the needle you use must be correct. It cannot be too small or will

not fit the thread, or too big as it will cause an uneven line. Sewing is like

binding one to another, a continuation of the next like our lives. All our

action is important because it will have an effect on the whole.

>

> Amongst all the different sewing projects crazy quilt is the best. Crazy

quilt is fun. It does not follow a particular pattern, often free flow by nature

and you need to be extremely creative to produce a piece work of art from crazy

quilting. That is what it actually does, putting all the different fabric from

all the different designs together can drive you nuts, but the final output : A

beautiful art piece that you can proudly hang on your wall or use as bed sheet

covers or whatever. It is to remain sane in an insane world.

>

> I realized that once she start quilting especially by hand, time seems to slow

down. I could do a lot within a short period time, different from creating

website, One can have this sensation of spending hours in front of the computer

and yet have accomplish nothing much.

>

> Speed gives us this sensation of power and momentum, which we allow to rule

our daily lives. We feel, if we move with speed, we are in control. We have the

power to master our life. But are we? Earth is in the move all the time. The

cessation of movement or stagnation is the beginning of the end. Thus it is

natural for us to move together in the same speed as the Earth. In this modern

world, we are made to believe that the world is moving at a faster rate, and the

only way to keep it up is to move along with the speed, only then our life will

work. Does it?

>

> I've suddenly stop sewing for reason unknown. The machine have been

functioning so well and then suddenly one day when I'm about to recommence, it

refused to move. I checked the parts. Dismantle them all and do a thorough

cleaning… removing the dust and such, but the needle refused to move. Even when

it does, it didn't attach the thread to each other as it should be. I sat there

puzzled. After a while I walked out from the sewing room and never came back.

And so it has been left like that the abandoned projects still lying on the

table in my sewing room… Every time I walked passed, I looked inside reassuring

myself " I must start again. Must find out why the machine didn't work… or

perhaps machine too like us humans… after along time goes into crash and

burn……..so let it be for a while… until such a time… then I will come back and

continue where I've left… " and it have been left……not sure for how long now.

>

> Guruji said he wants to come over for a visit for some time now, but it never

materializes. Its okay I told guruji, maybe the time is not right. When the time

is right, we will meet again, if not this life time perhaps the next, Devi

wills... I reassure myself. And so life goes on as it should be.... until the

dream…..

>

> …… I heard their voice talking… cannot be I said to myself. He cannot be here,

and then whose voice is that….and there he was, sitting on the breakfast table

with husband chatting happily away. I was stunt…..now where did he come from? I

thought he said he can't make it… but there he was. He greeted me as Husband

left for work.

> " Quick….aren't you not suppose to do the foot reflexology for somebody? " he

asked

>

> " Foot reflexology? "

>

> " Yes……. This person came earlier to ask me to remind you "

>

> " He did? " and so I left to not sure where……..for the foot reflexology session.

Why foot reflexology, I asked myself several time. Well yes I do believe in the

therapeutic effect of foot reflexology but ……

>

> As I entered the house after the session, there he was…he is still around,

standing in the middle of the room, with my boxes of quilt fabric. He was

sorting them out…I look at him puzzled. What is he doing?

>

> " Come on... why are you standing there watching…..I've already sorted these

materials for you... now take this… this fabric is for that pile… yes yes put it

there………this one is for the other pile " and so he goes on and on.. Sorting one

by one. I followed his instruction... puzzled and amuse. This whole scene looks

hilarious. Why are we standing here sorting my quilting material? And how did

he get those boxes down here. They are huge and heavy. For a man of his size no

way he can carry them by himself. Oh! Well in dreams anything is possible. Even

hubby would not want to go into the room and mess around with my sewing things…

it's a no go zone.

>

> " There you are……all sorted out. You can start putting the entire piece

together again, yes? "

>

> " Yes " I responded softly as I look at the piles of fabric around me. I can see

it......I can feel it.........but I do not feel guilty about it…..I know I must

do something about it one of these day........but I don't know when. I can still

hear the voices....whispering softly within " I've sorted out the fabric. When

are you going to start stitching them? "

>

> And old friend came by for a visit couple of days ago… and from his bag he

took out " Crazy quilt " . I scream of joy like always, not sure why, is it because

of the word crazy quilt or the book itself. I love both. I have so many

quilting books in my library, and yet to see one as my dear friend from across

the continent came, bring delight and joy. You must have it because it is one

step to the complete collection you already have even thought you know this

completeness is not a total complete. A great collection is vast, they are never

complete. This whole senses of incomplete triggers the desire for completeness.

Suddenly I began to visualize the scene in my head.

>

> " Guruji, I'm going to visit Nora again. What shall I bring for her this time?

I want to bring her something she will really like " asked this good old friend.

And the voice told him.

>

> As I browse through the pages, suddenly the image came back again in the head,

the image of Him standing amongst the piles of fabric sorting them out for me.

The whispers becoming stronger each day even so after my special guest has gone

home… " Nora when are you going to start? "

>

> You all must be wondering……why am I writing all this. I really don't know. I

suddenly have this strong urge to write about it and post it here. He will know!

>

[Guest guest]

Hey!

 

I'm getting a new sewing machine! Maybe I'll be able to sew!

 

pr

 

, " NMadasamy " <nora wrote:

>

> It is said our mind are never at peace…. Our mind is always processing

thoughts and emotions. If our mind is the battlefield many wants to possess, my

mind is the field where the " I " , " ME " and " MYSELF " fought the battle to

dispossess themselves from each other……

>

> SELF " see that piece of quilt bedspread … and look at that lovely cross

stitch table cloth… so delicate but awesome… it's really beautiful "

>

> I and ME " yes nice… wonder how they do it? "

>

> SELF addressing to I " Easy once you have mastered the art…… bet you can never

do it "

>

> I " what do you mean can never do … of course I can… "

>

> SELF " no you can't "

>

> I " yes I can "

>

> SELF " you do not have the patience……you're too impulsive and arrogant.

Moreover sewing is definitely not for people like you. "

>

> I " What do you mean not for people like me… what is wrong with me? There is

nothing wrong with me! "

>

> ME " Sewing is for the dainty... the ladylike... the homely "

> I " So what! I can definitely do it….its so simple. I can learn fast and do

fast… "

>

> ME " prove to us then "

>

> SELF " yes proof to us how good you are "

>

> After a while… as I sitting with her latest project thinking to herself " now

how do I get trap in this situation? " This is too tired some….. Time

consuming….. But I can't stop now… I must complete it…. I can't stop half way…

they will laugh at me. I must prove to them that I will complete it and does it

well "

>

> " So... how? Difficult… you can stop it you know if you want to. Don't have to

force yourself…. " Teased the SELF.

>

> I " No…. its not difficult. I will complete it as I promise "

>

> …and so the battle goes on and on… until I eventually learns the effect of

sewing. Sewing can be very therapeutic. It's about creativity, about maintaining

your focus, about endurance but more important is a good test for your patience.

.. It's an effective form of hand therapy if you have problem disciplining your

patience or anger, sewing will do you wonders. In cross stitch, every stitch is

important because it continue from one to another. Once the thread breaks in

between, it will affect the whole line. You have to remove and redo it all over

again. Even the needle you use must be correct. It cannot be too small or will

not fit the thread, or too big as it will cause an uneven line. Sewing is like

binding one to another, a continuation of the next like our lives. All our

action is important because it will have an effect on the whole.

>

> Amongst all the different sewing projects crazy quilt is the best. Crazy

quilt is fun. It does not follow a particular pattern, often free flow by nature

and you need to be extremely creative to produce a piece work of art from crazy

quilting. That is what it actually does, putting all the different fabric from

all the different designs together can drive you nuts, but the final output : A

beautiful art piece that you can proudly hang on your wall or use as bed sheet

covers or whatever. It is to remain sane in an insane world.

>

> I realized that once she start quilting especially by hand, time seems to slow

down. I could do a lot within a short period time, different from creating

website, One can have this sensation of spending hours in front of the computer

and yet have accomplish nothing much.

>

> Speed gives us this sensation of power and momentum, which we allow to rule

our daily lives. We feel, if we move with speed, we are in control. We have the

power to master our life. But are we? Earth is in the move all the time. The

cessation of movement or stagnation is the beginning of the end. Thus it is

natural for us to move together in the same speed as the Earth. In this modern

world, we are made to believe that the world is moving at a faster rate, and the

only way to keep it up is to move along with the speed, only then our life will

work. Does it?

>

> I've suddenly stop sewing for reason unknown. The machine have been

functioning so well and then suddenly one day when I'm about to recommence, it

refused to move. I checked the parts. Dismantle them all and do a thorough

cleaning… removing the dust and such, but the needle refused to move. Even when

it does, it didn't attach the thread to each other as it should be. I sat there

puzzled. After a while I walked out from the sewing room and never came back.

And so it has been left like that the abandoned projects still lying on the

table in my sewing room… Every time I walked passed, I looked inside reassuring

myself " I must start again. Must find out why the machine didn't work… or

perhaps machine too like us humans… after along time goes into crash and

burn……..so let it be for a while… until such a time… then I will come back and

continue where I've left… " and it have been left……not sure for how long now.

>

> Guruji said he wants to come over for a visit for some time now, but it never

materializes. Its okay I told guruji, maybe the time is not right. When the time

is right, we will meet again, if not this life time perhaps the next, Devi

wills... I reassure myself. And so life goes on as it should be.... until the

dream…..

>

> …… I heard their voice talking… cannot be I said to myself. He cannot be here,

and then whose voice is that….and there he was, sitting on the breakfast table

with husband chatting happily away. I was stunt…..now where did he come from? I

thought he said he can't make it… but there he was. He greeted me as Husband

left for work.

> " Quick….aren't you not suppose to do the foot reflexology for somebody? " he

asked

>

> " Foot reflexology? "

>

> " Yes……. This person came earlier to ask me to remind you "

>

> " He did? " and so I left to not sure where……..for the foot reflexology session.

Why foot reflexology, I asked myself several time. Well yes I do believe in the

therapeutic effect of foot reflexology but ……

>

> As I entered the house after the session, there he was…he is still around,

standing in the middle of the room, with my boxes of quilt fabric. He was

sorting them out…I look at him puzzled. What is he doing?

>

> " Come on... why are you standing there watching…..I've already sorted these

materials for you... now take this… this fabric is for that pile… yes yes put it

there………this one is for the other pile " and so he goes on and on.. Sorting one

by one. I followed his instruction... puzzled and amuse. This whole scene looks

hilarious. Why are we standing here sorting my quilting material? And how did

he get those boxes down here. They are huge and heavy. For a man of his size no

way he can carry them by himself. Oh! Well in dreams anything is possible. Even

hubby would not want to go into the room and mess around with my sewing things…

it's a no go zone.

>

> " There you are……all sorted out. You can start putting the entire piece

together again, yes? "

>

> " Yes " I responded softly as I look at the piles of fabric around me. I can see

it......I can feel it.........but I do not feel guilty about it…..I know I must

do something about it one of these day........but I don't know when. I can still

hear the voices....whispering softly within " I've sorted out the fabric. When

are you going to start stitching them? "

>

> And old friend came by for a visit couple of days ago… and from his bag he

took out " Crazy quilt " . I scream of joy like always, not sure why, is it because

of the word crazy quilt or the book itself. I love both. I have so many

quilting books in my library, and yet to see one as my dear friend from across

the continent came, bring delight and joy. You must have it because it is one

step to the complete collection you already have even thought you know this

completeness is not a total complete. A great collection is vast, they are never

complete. This whole senses of incomplete triggers the desire for completeness.

Suddenly I began to visualize the scene in my head.

>

> " Guruji, I'm going to visit Nora again. What shall I bring for her this time?

I want to bring her something she will really like " asked this good old friend.

And the voice told him.

>

> As I browse through the pages, suddenly the image came back again in the head,

the image of Him standing amongst the piles of fabric sorting them out for me.

The whispers becoming stronger each day even so after my special guest has gone

home… " Nora when are you going to start? "

>

> You all must be wondering……why am I writing all this. I really don't know. I

suddenly have this strong urge to write about it and post it here. He will know!

>

[Guest guest]

, " prainbow61 " <paulie-rainbow wrote:

>

> Hey!

>

> I'm getting a new sewing machine! Maybe I'll be able to sew!

>

> pr

 

 

........and you know what Paulie I was thinking of the same too. Yeah! Why not

just get a new sewing machine. Why waste time with this one.......just dumb it

one side and let it waste. Over a period of time it wil get rusty.....and we

just throw it away.... until one day, as I was lazying around with my daughter,

suddenly she asked:

 

" Ma what happen to the blankie you promise you will sew for me. I really need a

new blankie......... "

 

" Ma can't sew "

 

" why? " she asked

 

" the machine broke down.....not actually broke down. Ma don't know what happen.

The machine just gone on strike.......refusing to function "

 

" Oh!.... then why not sew by hand. You can sew by hand right. I remember you

showed me the pic hanging in the study room of two lion sitting overlooking the

mountains.... you said you sew it by hand on your own while waiting for me to

come out from your stomach. Why can't you do it now? "

 

As the years pass, I'm beginning to understand about motherhood and wifehood. I

know now that I still have a long way to go.....I've still got a lot to learn.

Previously life is so free. If I feel like going somewhere, I just dissappear to

the No Man Land. No responsibilities .. nobody to answer to. But one cannot walk

away from problem. Running away is not the answer. You have to face it and go

through with it. Its how you handle each situation. That is what living is all

about.

 

Yes why can't I do it by hand. Isn't that is how it all begin....

You know the problem Paulie. The sewing machine is nothing but a tool for us...

to make our daily life easy and comfortable. Over a period of time we become so

attach that when they break down or taken away from us, we become so helpless

and cripple. We get ourselves trap. When the mind has become so cripple, like

the bird trap in its own cage, even when you remove the cage the bird will not

be able to fly....