Last weekend, I enjoyed a special treat. Our waldorf school hosted a needle felting class. The item we made was a wall-hanging. We used a flat piece of felt and embellished it with a design using wool roving. We chose from two ideas, a spring tree with blossoms and a toadstool. Everybody felted the spring tree, I chose the toadstool. I had never done a flat piece before. What fun it was… like painting with wool. There were seven of us, ladies who had left our kiddies with their dads for the morning to enjoy some ‘me’ time. It felt good to be in a group of like-minded mommies. Usually we can’t help focussing our attention on our children, after all, they our special, wonderful, rewarding wards as mothers. But it was really cool to have joined together in a mutual need to nurture ourselves for a change. We felted and chattered, we concentrated on our work, were silent. We smiled and giggled and laughed. I felt tranquil, being in a social group were we also focused on our work at hand. Each one of us zoned into our needle felting to be quiet for a while while the others took up the thread of the conversation. Then the ladies who had been quiet, would join in the talk and some of the others would float into silence. It was a lovely ebb and flow and it balanced my soul enormously.
I feel so clever to have made her!