Getting ready for a class always takes a bit of time. Teaching requires copying notes, rounding up or making samples, revamping things that didn't go smoothly last time and getting mentally prepared for all those questions never considered before.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE teaching quilting. The time spent with other quilters is always instructive, and if I've not said it on a blog before, my students always teach me something. Every. Class.
Friday and Saturday are a second weekend of TOT class, so In the middle of my organisation, photocopying, getting my supplies in one place (so that there are not last minute scrambles), I received a phone call. My focus shifted suddenly sideways.
A friend has just found out that she has breast cancer.
You know those moments when your priorities and work suddenly take on a special level of insignificance? My friend Br----- had told me about her sister's cancer just recently. Now she gets the C word from the medical specialists who have been prodding and picturing her so minutely. At this moment her prognosis is optimistic.
Will I remember her in prayer she wonders? Of course. Because we live so far apart, this is the single help I can provide at present. Br----- is a quilter, it's how we met, it's why we got to know each other, it's the thing that made us 'fabric sisters'.
Yes, I'm still looking forward to my class, and will give them 100%. This phone call was just a reminder of what a supportive network can mean.
After my brain settles down from this news I think again of my class. It's more than just some people getting together and cutting bits of fabric. It's a group putting our lives together to come up with something connected in the future.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE teaching quilting. The time spent with other quilters is always instructive, and if I've not said it on a blog before, my students always teach me something. Every. Class.
Friday and Saturday are a second weekend of TOT class, so In the middle of my organisation, photocopying, getting my supplies in one place (so that there are not last minute scrambles), I received a phone call. My focus shifted suddenly sideways.
A friend has just found out that she has breast cancer.
You know those moments when your priorities and work suddenly take on a special level of insignificance? My friend Br----- had told me about her sister's cancer just recently. Now she gets the C word from the medical specialists who have been prodding and picturing her so minutely. At this moment her prognosis is optimistic.
Will I remember her in prayer she wonders? Of course. Because we live so far apart, this is the single help I can provide at present. Br----- is a quilter, it's how we met, it's why we got to know each other, it's the thing that made us 'fabric sisters'.
Yes, I'm still looking forward to my class, and will give them 100%. This phone call was just a reminder of what a supportive network can mean.
After my brain settles down from this news I think again of my class. It's more than just some people getting together and cutting bits of fabric. It's a group putting our lives together to come up with something connected in the future.
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