Things can change in a minute as life teaches us each and every day. I took some fabric that I was going to use as a backing for a mini-quilt. I proceeded to cut up scraps of fabric and when I put the quilt sandwich together, I flipped the fabric and what was the back became the front. It’s this type of extemporaneous creating that adds to the creative experience.
The piece I created was originally titled vectors. I like to name my pieces, but sometimes the work yells that it’s got the wrong name and I need to reconsider both the intention and design. I went from calling the piece vectors to crossing paths. The piece was a visual representation of what is coming up in my meditations.
We just finished a year and it’s usually a good time to reflect on what transpired in our lives. I thought back to when I had traveled for work and was away from home four to six months at a time. I lived in various parts of the country, urban and rural areas, highly affluent and socioeconomically challenged communities. I learned something from each person I had the pleasure of meeting at these diverse locations.
What did I learn? I learned that small town living is intimate while at the same time being a bit enmeshed. I learned that economically challenged communities are always looking for new ways of reinvigorating their communities while trying to provide opportunities for those who live locally. I learned that the foods in western Texas are very different from the foods in northwest Pennsylvania. What I learned first and foremost is that people are people. All we want is to be included, heard, and seen.
I wanted to show that we never know who will cross our paths and we definitely don’t know the impact they will have on our lives. Who has crossed your path that had an impact on your life? How are you expressing that creatively? Perhaps you’re writing a story. Maybe you remember a song that played on the radio while you visited a particular location and every time you hear the song memories of that place rise to the surface.
Working in oncology services I met many people who commemorated their last chemo with a celebration, a work of art, and written words. People and experiences will continually cross our path trying to get our attention and teach us something that will propel our lives forward.
What has crossed your path? How did you mark that experience?