11 months ago
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
No Crying in Quilting
Jimmy Dugan: Are you crying? Are you crying? ARE YOU CRYING? There's no crying! THERE'S NO CRYING IN QUILTING!
Doris Murphy: Why don't you give her a break, Jimmy...
Jimmy Dugan: Oh, you zip it, Doris! Roger Hornsby was my manager, and he called me a talking pile of pig%*@&. And that was when my parents drove all the way down from Michigan to see my quilt on display in Paducah. And did I cry?
Evelyn Gardner: No, no, no.
Jimmy Dugan: Yeah! NO. And do you know why?
Evelyn Gardner: No...
Jimmy Dugan: Because there's no crying in quilting. THERE'S NO CRYING IN QUILTING! No crying!
Friend Jill quoted this to Linda earlier today. And added this lovely phrase....
Now there are times that you need this kind of friend. The one who will put on her pointiest cowboy boots and give your hiney a good ol' kick to get you moving again.
Linda's been dealing with some emotional baggage, and all humans have some. Occasionally she climbs up the rickety ladder to her mental attic, moves all the old candlesticks and boxes of dolls around, reaches for the leather satchel (sometimes it actually resembles Pandora's box), blows the dust off of it, gets the little rusty key out of her pocket, opens the luggage and lets the moths fly out. Then she examines each and every thing one by one. It's a filthy, but necessary process.
When she's still in the muck of it, she believes a lot of the lies that the satchel holds. The one that says she's unworthy. The lie that says love must be earned. The falsehood that says no matter what she does, she is inadequate.
Believing the lies, she hides away. Not only does she protect herself by doing so, but "saves" other people from having to be subjected to her.
Then friends like Jill, Cathy, the girls from Quilted Chaos, the Biblical Babes, Kim, Monica and so many others remind her to be fearless and not to believe the lies any more.
Attendance at the St. Jude's Retreat is now mandatory for Linda. She can't get out of it. Her friends won't let her hide away.
And she's now saying to the Satan who lives in the satchel....