How About

As any experience embroiderer no doubt knows, the creative process runs both ways. Sometimes the activity has as great an effect on your psyche as your fingers have on the thread.

My husband is having an uneasy time. We’ve all had uneasy times, and worse. Maybe you’re going through one right now, and if you are I’m very sorry to hear it.

I shan’t go into detail here but suffice to say that on a number of counts the man of our home is suffering.

I am trying to provide some happy times, to put his mind at ease as best I can and also to maintain a positive atmosphere, for all our sakes.

He loves me and adores our daughter, and we can usually help him relax. We can often make him smile, or even laugh. Still, the worried or sad expression is too often present. But there is one place, involved in one activity, where I see him looking perfect.

Only in his shed, amongst his engines and tools creating a car or a motor bike from a collection of both made and fossicked-for parts, do I see his expression relaxed and concentrated, completely absorbed in the task at hand. To me at least, that expression seems to represent happiness.

It’s a similar expression to the one I see on my daughter’s face as she draws, works on a school project, weaves a little woollen decoration, tends her bush garden or learns a new song. When I see her countenance so focussed and serene, so intent on her part in the creation of the moment, I feel an overwhelming sense of awe and love.

There is a feeling of relief too, knowing that whatever difficulties or sorrows the future may bring, she is building her inner resources and resilience, gaining her happiness from within and developing an ability that will help to heal hurts.

What is it about human nature that makes us so fulfilled when we are engrossed in making something, composing or producing, inventing or arranging? Sometimes the task may be difficult, frustrating even, but still we persevere, even when easy options surround us.

I have been, and remain, a slow learner. But it strikes me that the things we sometimes think will make us happy, a trip, a weekend in a fancy hotel or restaurant, a new relationship, often have little effect,

When we are immersed, when we are participating in that mysterious secret of creation, when we’re making something take shape or involved in forming anything, no matter how technically well, we are finding our way to the essence of life.

Creativity grows inside us like a plant. It’s like a child growing within its mother.

As I watch I wonder whether it is my daughter who grows her flowers, or do the flowers help grow her? Is it us that creates our embroidery, or our embroidery that helps create us?

Whichever it may be, and perhaps it’s both, creating something seems to connect us directly to the deepest springs of life.

It’s as though our fingers can resolve some yearning or need that we may have theoretically and subconsciously wrestled with to no avail.

Until next month,


Comments on: "How About" (4)

  1. Louise, you have verbalised something that I have thought for many years but have never been able to explain to anyone. Creating something gives us meaning, purpose, fulfillment. I suppose the ultimate creativity comes with childbirth, and as women, we may always be looking for something to match that in some way, hence, our need to create in other dimensions. I’m looking forward to purchasing some of your kits and hope you remember that as you put these kits together, you are also putting together the tools for someone to feel what you have so ably expressed in this article. Well done.

  2. please ask him to contact me on Facebook or e-mail. Im an old friend from a rival band way back in time in Norwich.thankyou.

  3. Fantastic We are coming to Norwich soon – are you still living there? Best from Keith Lamb and Louise

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