I don’t know about how you react to compliments, but I reject them outright. They make me feel uncomfortable and embarrassed. Which is odd, because I would love to believe someone liked something I did.
So whenever anyone compliments me on “being so creative,” I wince. I’m not creative. Continue reading “Owning Your Creative Self”
Feeding people makes me happy. I always liked being able to make things that smell good and please others. Continue reading “Easy as Pie; Baking a Galette”
A psychic once told me that I had been a monk in a silent order and I scoffed and said, “That’s so not me. I hate being alone.” In fact, I feared being alone, something very different than just ‘not liking’ it. Where would ideas come from if I were not able to collaborate and brainstorm with people? Continue reading “Creativity and Solitude”
Such a sense of peace that descends on me as I watch, over and over, the colorful strands of yarn slipping from one needle to the other, twisting into shapes before my eyes. Time slides away, along with anxiety and stress. Continue reading “Handwork: Knitting and Comfort”