Changing the pattern

If my Grandmother was watching the last five years - I know she’d be smiling at my perseverance, all the while getting on with her own life.

I loved that acceptance of my way of being - it took away the pressure from other spaces even if it was just for a moment. And being a dress-maker she would have been cutting another pattern out of brown paper pinned to colorful fabric matching the season and occasion. With a sweep of her hand, there would be a new outline drawn with dress-makers chalk, the beginnings of another pattern…..

CHANGE THE PATTERN

There’d be a nip

Possibly a tuck.

Definitely a flair

And a swirl for good luck.

There wouldn’t be fuss

Or a grand display.

Just hard work,

Focus, and a joyful hooray.

At the ability to create

Something to fit

And wear with pride.

Each garment had a bit,

Of her love

And her passion

My Grandmother’s energy

Never goes out of fashion…

Zig-Zagging lines,

Into - I don’t know what!

Buttons and bobbins

It’s not like I forgot

The unpicking or re-thinking,

A design of the time.

Change the pattern, start again,

Another reason to climb

The arc of creation

See what happens if allowing

Freedom in your imagination.

A handful of memories to enlarge into magnificent moments, quality over quantity. The practice of life and its moments., is something I will not tire of when given the opportunity to share my skills, as I listen to moments when lives are changing patterns. Why stomp on a vision or stamp out someone’s flow, respect comes in so many shapes and sizes. So when someone’s changing their own pattern, show some respect and some space for the process. Be around for the unpicking and reshaping as the new pattern emerges.

When in systems where boxes shape the outcome - it’s been so important to remind myself those boxes are not my pattern.

Keep creating your own pattern

Sue