Organizing the storage room again. We have been gifted with so many amazing components to recreate beautiful handmade pieces to sell allowing our ladies to bring in a little bit of an income, and yet, more importantly build confidence and wonder that some have never experienced by creating something beautiful with their own two hands. We have bins and boxes of fabric, all manner of sewing supplies, yarns and ribbons for knititng and crochet. Drawers full of card-making equipment and lovely papers, exquisite cross-stitch kits, looms and basket weaving supplies. The women have been thrilled with making colorful wreaths with ribbon and flowers for Spring Obsession at Munn Park. I could go on and on about the materials that fill our cabinets and keep these magnificent heads and hands busy during the week at 310 Plum Street, but you are all welcome to join us in our work and play.

I came across, again this week, a bag full of cut-up clothes along with a couple log cabin blocks that was intended to be the beginning of a memory quilt…Sabine came to the studio excited about having somewhere to be out of the heat. She quickly found her niche’ with a paintbrush and watercolors. She then ventured out with sewing by hand and one day, weepy and grey, she told me her story. Her mom had died the precious year and Sabine was broken and empty. she began self-medication and that escalated into a place she never believed she would go. We spoke of the process of quilt-making and the therapy that flows through all aspects of the process. The following week she comes in with a bag of clothes. Looking them over, carefully choosing other fabrics to coordinate with the memories each piece held. After all the chatter and laughter, I handed Sabine a pair of shears. She felt them in her hand and she broke down in a body trembling sob. We sat down as she allowed her grief to flow unashamed and unfiltered, tears wetting the delicate patterns on the fabric of her mother’s blouse. She dried her tears and made the first cut, severing the side seam and quieting her heart. We stood together cutting and stacking in neat piles the 2″ strips that were to be rebuilt into a renewed purpose…covering Sabine with the love, comfort and smell of her beloved mother.

Sabine never returned.

There have been so many women, over these past 3 years, that have sat for a while with us…

Some come for a peaceful space blending into quiet corners.

Some come in angry and volatile, throwing their pain from wall to wall, keeping us dodging and learning to love differently.

Some are hungry to be heard, to be seen…to be known, sharing their stories and looking for healing they didn’t believe possible.

Most come in for a while and leave…

They leave knowing themselves a little differently…

They leave having been heard…

They leave knowing they have been accepted as they are…

They leave believing life can shift in a safe space…for a while.