A fragile thread

I have been meaning to spend more time writing blog posts but haven’t quite got around to it so it feels slightly odd that this is a sad post rather than an upbeat one. But sometimes we have to share the sad times too….

The reason for my somber mood is the sad loss of a fellow crafter and blogger Marinke or Wink as she was known in blogland. This lovely lady was a creative force who was so very talented. She loved bright colours and sharing her complete love for crochet on her blog http://www.acreativebeing.com/. Last year she designed a CAL (crochet-along) for Scheepjeswol, a Dutch wool company, which many of us crafters took part in and thoroughly enjoyed (unsurprisingly mine isn’t finished yet!). She gave so freely of her time and was so very kind. I loved her blog and chatted with her a little over email about the CAL last year. She truly was a beautiful soul. Very sadly she suffered from depression and the week before last took her own life. It is such a terrible, terrible loss. I do really hope that she is now at peace somewhere sharing her great love of crochet.

This tragic news comes too soon after the loss of Vanessa who blogged at http://doyoumindifiknit.typepad.com/ She too was an amazing crafter with a love of colour and sharing her talent.

Having suffered terribly with depression over the last year/eighteen months I really understand how fragile the thread is that keeps us alive. There have been many dark times when my thread has been at breaking point and, but for the help of some good friends, it would have snapped. In that dark space it doesn’t matter how much you count your blessings it doesn’t clear the darkness in your head and your heart. It makes me so sad to know that these two wonderful ladies couldn’t make it to the other side of the darkness to enjoy the bright colours again.

RIP lovely ladies Marinke and Vanessa. xx

 

 

2015. A word.

Well, 2014 passed in a flash and we are almost at the end of February too! How did that happen? Anyway before the new year is totally forgotten I wanted to write about the idea of having a word for the year. I came across the idea whilst catching up on some blogs (Welsh hills again and A Quiet Corner to name two). It isn’t so much a resolution but more just something to strive for.

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After much thinking I decided on happy as my word for 2015. Someone I used to work with said how much I had changed over the last few years and it really made me stop and think. Inherently I don’t think I have changed as a person. I am still fun-loving, enthusiastic and as some would say, slightly dotty! But that side of me definitely doesn’t show itself so much these days. Somehow the trials and tribulations of the last few years have really squashed that side of me a bit so I laugh less and mess around less. I also seem to have been sleepwalking through the last few years. Not really making any decisions, just drifting and not really feeling alive.

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So my mission this year is to find my happiness. Find the things that fill me with laughter and joy. The things that put a spring in my step. I am going to try and find something joyful in every day and really feel alive.

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The photos are from a glorious walk along the canal with friends. It was wet and muddy and the dog loved it :-)