And down the road they went to a show at the Ghost Ranch Museum in New Mexico. Six little rugs. Never out of state. Never out where people who I don't already know by some connection or another will see them.
What makes humans so afraid of criticism? My Mom was tough on me. I never could do anything right. I think that is where my insecurity about things come from.
I am very competent at many things. I think the only thing I might right now tell you I thought I excelled at is the bodywork I do. Certainly not the weaving. I love the weaving, but I don't excel at it, yet...I am competent and getting better, but my gosh, do I ever love to do it and see things take form under my fingers. I wish I could feel the same about all of life, and for the most part I do,but then how would we know those highs when they come along if we didn't have the lows to compare them to?