This week I had to face rejection. It hurt. A lot. You know the kind of hurt that makes you want to crawl back into bed and hide under the covers. Then I had to accept some responsibility for that rejection. That hurt too.
I set-up at a small local church craft bazaar this weekend. It was a last-minute invite that I accepted. It was just a sweet little thing.
I met this young man who was selling his craft of parachute cord that he braids. He had key chains, and bracelets and covers for lighters and things I wasn’t quite sure what they were. He had only be doing this for six months, but I felt he was quite accomplished in that short time. I loved his enthusiasm and I love that people were buying his stuff. Made me feel really good for him.
My dear friend Moon Dance girl and her step-son came to show their support for me. I pointed them in the direction of this young man. Yep, that was a good move. Turns out he has a whole family of crafters. Here he is with mom and sister, they make jewelry.
The reverend was accompanied by this woman, they played music for almost the entire event, and they were good. How comes my church never had a hip, hansom young minister like this?
As always, a zillion women selling jewelry were there.
I had a nice talk with the customer talking to this lady about her jewelry. Turns out Betsy, is her name, is anxiously awaiting a kiln that is to be given to her. We talked about working with glass and the many projects that she is excited to try. Her enthusiasm reminded me of my ebbing feelings. She asked if perhaps she could call me sometime for some advice. That felt pretty good.
I made a sale that put me over the top happy. Not because it was a large sale, but because of the meaning behind it.
A young woman purchased this piece I made recently, for you her 1-year-old son. She told me she was starting an ornament collection for him. She said he laughs all the time and she thought this seemed appropriate. That story melted my heart.
The Girlfriend came to lend her support and to help me pack-up. That was sweet and greatly appreciated.
The woman organizing this event Amanda, and Kathleen that put me touch with her, were so kind and quite concerned that I should have a good day with good sales. That is special, because I can tell you, that in all those big art shows I’ve done, never once did the promoter care if I was having a good day.
Upon my arrival home and talking with Mr. Wishes about the not so good sales I had, and the fact that by this point I was into a full-blown cold and feeling miserable. He said he thought considering all the icky stuff I had been going through lately, perhaps I was in need of a new can of karma.
I sat down on the sofa to reflect upon this statement. At first I agreed. After looking back though and knowing how good it felt for me to see that young man just starting out with his craft and how enthusiastic he was about it and then talking with the older woman, Betsy, the soon to be glass crafter and her excitement. Those two things made me happy.
A young woman bought my hand-made heart for her young son, just beginning his life – awesome.
My sweet, sweet girlfriends that came to lend their support are a blessing beyond words.
As I sat there pondering the state of my karma, TC our once feral cat that we have been trying to teach to be a lap kitty jumped up in my lap. A very rare event and oh so special. I just happened to be holding my camera.
Maybe my karma isn’t on empty, I just needed to look a little further down in the can.
Until next time,