Sunday was a rather normal day, I slept until 8:30 got up and made it in time for 10:00 a.m. Mass. (Note to self, avoid 10:00 a.m. Mass. Too much singing and ceremony). I then went to a fabric store because in my unpacking I found a huge box of gorgeous fabric that accumulated between me and my Mom. I know how to sew and tailor thanks to my mother. I can pick out an outfit from a fashion magazine or online at Bergdorf Goodman or Sak’s Fifth Avenue or Nordstroms, the then go buy a Vogue pattern by the same designer and I can make it. I haven’t done it in a long while what with the fire and the surgery and work and a hundred other things. After opening that box and feeling the material I knew that I wanted that Donna Karan dress that would cost me $2500 at Neiman Marcus. It will cost me, by constructing it myself, about $100.
As I returned from Hancocks with four patterns a friend told me I had many talents. I suggested that most of them lie hidden. That is what I started thinking about this morning. How many of my talents show and how many are hidden? I don’t consider myself extremely talented in any area. I’m good at crafts and enjoy them, I like making things. I’m good at dancing, heck, I’m great at dancing. I am a pretty decent cook. I know how to put together an outfit for myself and others. But I really don’t recognize other “talents”.
Then I started thinking about my emotional blindspots. Most of us have aspects of our personalities that are obvious to everyone but ourselves. What about me? Do I have blind spots, and if so, what are they?
Simply feeling what I feel and knowing what I know—is the very definition of awakening. It creates a virtually indestructible foundation for lasting relationships, successful endeavors, and inner peace. Hunting down my blind spots is a bumpy adventure, but I am hoping it can lead to sublime destinations.