Monday, January 16, 2012
As I young child I regularly visited my local library. This library was in an old building located near the pier in a small town along the coast in California. Walking into this building I could smell books, paper, old wood and the salty air combined. This was a building of 'possibility' for me. To see all of those books lined up neatly on the shelves just waiting for me was almost overwhelming. I still get that same feeling as I walk into my far more modern library here in North Carolina. Each visit is a thrill - there is so much there for me, too much for me to ever read in my lifetime but still it waits.
These days I get the very same joyous feelings of 'possibility' as I walk into a fabric store, a bead shop, a needlework shop and as seen above a fiber show. Oh my -- the wonders of color, texture... the softness, the flow, the patterns, the ideas. Oh yes, the ideas!
Ideas are what possibility is all about. Whether its a sharing of knowledge through a book or a sense inside me that with this yarn I might be able to do this, with that stitch I might be able to do that.
Isn't this world, this life I'm living beautiful?!
"An intense anticipation itself transforms possibility into reality; our desires being often but precursors of the things which we are capable of performing." - Samuel Smiles