"Mum," said The Small One, idly picking up a very sticky glue runner and then failing to put it back down again, "you haven't done any scrapbooking for days and days.."
Well, I haven't felt like doing
anything much this week, really. The felt farm is waiting for its finishing touches; and the beautiful papers Sandra sent (
Gotta Craft Sale! Soon!) are waiting for the attention they deserve. But I have had time to think.
I came across a quote in the paper at the weekend - and it has worked its way into my brain and twisted itself around all the other thoughts being stirred by Yesterday And Today.
"What one wants to say is formed in one's chiildhood, and we spend the rest of our lives trying to say it."
It's from Barbara Hepworth, the sculptor, and it is saying something to me at the moment. I sift through the old photos, looking for stories to tell, and I look at that little girl with the big smile (and the even bigger hair bows).
And then it comes to me that what she is trying to say, what she still wants to say, is that everybody's story deserves to be told. The family "Gazette" I gathered contributions for, Grandpa's life story I typed up laboriously (what was I? nine? ten? ), the school magazine I edited - it's all been about listening to those voices and letting them be heard.
It's been right there this week (and every other) in the blogs I've been reading. (You know - in that golden hour when you think the paracetamol is actually working. Before it wears off again.). Stories that deserve to be told. Like
Ruth's brave retelling of a health scare,
Becky's pleasure in her son's new job,
Amanda's first blogaversary,
Sandi's Design Team appointment, and
Karen's; and all those other bits of news I wouldn't miss for the world.
Everybody's story deserves to be told.
So, I haven't got any new pages to show you this week; but I hope I've given you something to ponder. Is there something you've been wanting to say? A theme to whatever you do? Maybe since before you were old enough even to work a pair of scissors and your favourite paper punch? You know I'm listening...