It was at the Osterhout Library in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. The only thing is, due to wet weather, it was indoors, back in the Reading Room, and therefore not very public. Still, it was wonderful to meet some new knitters, and from different walks of life. The hostess, Elaine, was very welcoming. There were refreshments and even a drawing for a door prize.
I helped one woman knit for the first time. Initially she was slow on her self-confidence, but I soon could tell that she was 'good with her hands', in the way that people who have done a lot of other crafts are usually quick to learn knitting. It turns out that (sadly, it was while she lived at a women's shelter) someone had given her a little suitcase full of art supplies and that she is a painter. When we were leaving, she showed me a small photo album of her oil paintings. Many were very good. I gave her much encouragement.
As I walked to my car, what I thought about most was a moment when the painter told one of the other knitters (who was somewhat cheerfully bemoaning turning 50 and the fact that her son had just moved from home to Maryland), "Every day is a gift. It is one more day to breathe."
Some people really do live in the moment and appreciate every day. I am working on that!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post. I spend June 11th in the hospital with my mom. It wasn't planned.
ReplyDeleteYes, living in the moment is most important. Some days "the moment" is all that I have. LOL