Singing in the Dead of Night

 It has been almost two years since I have updated this blog.  I have to be honest and admit I really questioned the worth of blogging and textile pursuits in the last several months.  I absolutely love retirement but had trouble determining my worth and the way I was spending my time.  A lifetime of inner dialogue about value, worth and "earning my keep" are hard to silence.

Is there value in blogging if you have no desire to grow a following?  Is there value in weaving, quilting and stitching if you are not able to achieve mastery or make "art".  Yes, there is.  I can do it for myself, for the joy of play, the sense of completion or satisfaction.  The blog can serve as a diary of sorts.

However, the value will be directly related to how honest it is.  That goes for the work and the blog. This can be tricky on the internet; how honest and transparent do I want to be?

I have been pretty open about a thirty-year history of depression successfully treated with medication.  I have also shared struggling with worsening tremors that are not very responsive to meds.  The piece above "Singing in the Dead of Night" is a colorful reminder to sing in the darkness.  I need to remember my tremendous privilege as I deal with my "stuff".  Access to excellent doctors, medications and the loving support of family and friends.  How many people face their personal obstacles without such blessings?  

So count me grateful, trying to remember to sing in the dead of the night and in the morning.  Even when I stitch my embroidery to my jeans.

Blackbird

Song by

The Beatles

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly
Blackbird fly
Into the light of a dark, black night

Blackbird fly
Blackbird fly
Into the light of a dark, black night

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Songwriters: Paul Mccartney, John Lennon. For non-commercial use only.