Find your talent and stick to it

You might be poor. Be poor. Who cares. Find your talent and stick to it. Even if it doesn’t bring you success, fame and all that. Which is all nonsense anyhow…

Krishnamurti

Early mornings cold stone walls surround me while a fire picks up but always slower than I wish. An old barn is not easy to heat up and once it is, my quiet time is over. Slowly I start to learn to be less jumpy and over-active, something not natural to me.

It takes a while before I sink into the thoughtless state of simply stitching and only then the pouch takes over. I know, it sound ‘airy fairy’ but that is really how it goes. I do think, late evening in bed before I fall asleep, how I will stitch together an embroidered piece of fabric. I carry out the thoughts, most often to get into a whole different direction. At times finishing a piece and taking it apart later on. Other times discarding a stitched item as it developed it’s own inspiration.

Thinking back of when I cycled the Atacama desert and was in one total bliss including the pieces that I embroidered (I am using a shell, I found at the coast there, as a mould for the pattern you see below) I am aware that now I can stitch the pieces together to one coherent piece: beautiful to my eye and pleasing me in every aspect (if not, I take it apart, stitch it anew until it is good enough) and, of course, it must be practical as well.

Enough material, music to transport me, heat to warm me, electricity and time gives me the means to continue something that acts as a meditation. A quiet contemplation without much thought. But that is not to say I would not want to be transported back to the desert and embroider there.

Each pouch that is bought from me enables me to create more and I am grateful for you when you decide so because that means I can stick to my talent without accumulating stuff. In fact, much is reused and up-cycled so that not much has to be bought specifically.

I delay my breakfast, becoming brunch. I refrain from going to the outhouse, until I need to run to it. I might be engrossed in my pouch, spending lots of time on it. And without thinking this is very okay.

This is my talent and it won’t bring me much money, but it delivers peace of mind. And that is what Jiddu Krishnamurti meant, I believe.

Pieces of fabric come with me where ever I go. Here at the Vrbas river in Bosnia & Hercegovina

Early morning music: Rakesh Chaurasia or birds singing, leaves swaying, windless sounds if outside.

Locations for embroidering: Portugal, Bosnia & Hercegovina, Croatia, Hungary (sitting outside when the atmospherical circumstances outside gives an unhealthy air inside when having a fire going, causing headaches, even when airing the room regularly).

See the fabric on the photo above. Do you recognize it? I think you can not? It is the inside of the fabric from the old chair. What is your talent that you love to do but not nessecarily brings you fame?

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