Small Stone
While sorting through my craft basket I found a red plastic
tatting shuttle. Way back when I taught
a tatting class. I walked into the room
with all the silver-haired ladies and introduced myself. I have to smile when I remember the looks on
their faces. After all, who expects a 20
something year old to be teaching a tatting class?
Now if I walked into a room to teach tatting, no one would
blink an eye!
Stereo-typing, we all tend to do
it, even if we don’t want to. You take a
class to have someone teach you an ancient form of lace making, one that is
dying out because young people aren’t learning it, and it’s a young woman
teaching it. Where’s that grandmotherly,
kind, and sweet woman you expected?
I wasn’t upset by their reaction, I
was amused. The ladies laughed a bit
about it then settled down to wind their thread around their shuttle. It was a fun class. They learned about tatted lace and I was able
to listen to stories. I learned about
family, about loss, about laughter, and resilience. These ladies were strong, no matter what life
handed them they could regroup and recover.
I learned respect.
Thank you Goddess that, no matter
what our age, we have the ability to be able to draw from what ever aspect of
you we need. We can be playful and
adventurous. We can be nurturing and fertile (in ways other than child-bearing). We can be introspective and wise. We can do all these things at any age.
Yes, She is all.............
