Know what you need, not what you want
One of the hardest things a person has to do is decide what is important and what is just taking up time. I have beaded for twenty-five years because I enjoy it. I enjoy it so much I sometimes forget what is really important.
Just two days ago I picked up some new beading magazines and was about to buy some more items for a new project. I heard someone in my mind say “To know what you truly are meant to do, sometimes sacrifices must be made.”
I put down the magazine and thought about that message. What did it mean to me? I looked up at my bookshelf with all my books that hid behind my containers of beads. I understood.
I got hold of my son and told him to come get my beads. Twenty-five years worth. While packing them I started to change my mind. I sat down and was going to email my son and tell him I had changed my mind. When I clicked on my emails one was waiting for me from a site called “White Bison” daily saying that offer guidance. It talked about sacrifice. I cannot quote it here but what it said hit home–
“Good is always available to us, but we often can’t bring it within until we let go of the old ways.” I knew I could no longer split my time between beading and writing. One would suffer, and had suffered. Circles came to me in my dreams, and I wrote my story from those dreams. Now, the dreams are coming back. I have started writing again, the second Circles is being born right now.
My son, already an artist- painter, photographer, had started beading on the side. He showed me the beautiful bead work that he’d been doing, but could not afford the beads he needed, and I needed to be free of mine. The decision had been made for me, I just had to have to courage to give away all my beads. I now understood the sacrifice I needed…had to make happen. The vision, the magazine, my son showing me his gifted talent, all this came together at same time.
I no longer have beads to distract me but miss them very much, so much that I told my son that I envied him. He told me, ” Your book, is just like beading. You are beading words together.”
Just two days ago I picked up some new beading magazines and was about to buy some more items for a new project. I heard someone in my mind say “To know what you truly are meant to do, sometimes sacrifices must be made.”
I put down the magazine and thought about that message. What did it mean to me? I looked up at my bookshelf with all my books that hid behind my containers of beads. I understood.
I got hold of my son and told him to come get my beads. Twenty-five years worth. While packing them I started to change my mind. I sat down and was going to email my son and tell him I had changed my mind. When I clicked on my emails one was waiting for me from a site called “White Bison” daily saying that offer guidance. It talked about sacrifice. I cannot quote it here but what it said hit home–
“Good is always available to us, but we often can’t bring it within until we let go of the old ways.” I knew I could no longer split my time between beading and writing. One would suffer, and had suffered. Circles came to me in my dreams, and I wrote my story from those dreams. Now, the dreams are coming back. I have started writing again, the second Circles is being born right now.
My son, already an artist- painter, photographer, had started beading on the side. He showed me the beautiful bead work that he’d been doing, but could not afford the beads he needed, and I needed to be free of mine. The decision had been made for me, I just had to have to courage to give away all my beads. I now understood the sacrifice I needed…had to make happen. The vision, the magazine, my son showing me his gifted talent, all this came together at same time.
I no longer have beads to distract me but miss them very much, so much that I told my son that I envied him. He told me, ” Your book, is just like beading. You are beading words together.”
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