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The Box
I have a fascination following the tiny events in life that lead up to a major event. The seemingly minor thing that is life changing. My favorite band lost their drummer in a van accident in 1969. The band originally had another drummer. He was dragged to their show by a friend and he thought while listening to the show that he would be a better drummer. He stood at the foot of the stage and made up his mind that he would become their drummer and he did. And then coming back from a gig with them he died. I always think about the night and him making that decision little knowing that he was making his way to his death. A great meditation teacher says everything happens for the best. Others say that to look for that little detail in an event leads to madness.
In 2009 my daughter sent me a Christmas card. The photo on the card of a blythe doll changed my life A photo of a plastic doll changed my life. My sorry lonely life. I had already had breast cancer at that point. My children were wonderful but I only one friend still living nearby and she set my teeth on edge. I started feeling apart from life. I was in a relationship, but I also wanted and needed friends. The Christmas card opened a door. That was the tiny event. I loved how the doll looked, and after a few months I decided that I would like to get involved with this hobby and share it with my daughter. I got my first blythe doll. Things have never been the same since. Since then I have met the most wonderful people. Smart, talented, caring, funny, generous and even lonely and overworked people. It became a hobby filled with friendship and joy.
Sometime in 2011 some cells from my thyroid for some strange reason decided to take up residence in my left ovary. Maybe they were kicked out because they were cancerous. The ovary not knowing what they were decided to keep them and began growing a covering over them. Slowly nutrition from my body was drained and vitamins and minerals stolen to help the ovary to keep it growing. My surgeon said that unchecked it would have kept growing. But because our ovaries are part of the reproductive system they are very very good at making a contained environment and that prevented the cells from wandering around. The tiny event that made them settle in the ovary became the major event that saved my life.
The outpouring of love and kindness that I received from the blythe community was staggering and humbling. People I did not know sent me best wishes and all my flickr friends gave me the strength and love to deal with my situation. I have made the very best of friends. Suddenly there were angels everywhere. If you are reading this you are one of the people I am talking about.
In 2011 through the kindness and sweetness of Sandra (minkidynamite) I was managing The Traveling Blythe Program. This program was her vision and it was an honor to be chosen by her. After a few months a tiny event occurred. A woman in Spain began posting photos of her dolls in the group. They were very beautiful. She must have thought that this was the site where you put photos of dolls you wanted to have “travel”. I fm’d her but she did not understand right away so I just ignored deleting the photos because there were so lovely. Then some complaints were received and I had to take action. I wrote her a long fm and made her a contact. I told her how much I loved her talent as a photographer. I told some of my contacts to look at her photos. From that point on Kass (Kassandra’s Box) and I became great friends. She is an incredibly talented woman. Her paintings are gorgeous, her dolls are beautiful and her kindness is titanic. We are true friends and I love her. We are going to meet face to face at blythecon in October.
Yesterday afternoon after spending hours in the car going to the hospital to have my staples taken out and then hours driving back and getting prescriptions etc. I came home to find a box. It was from Kass and her family. Inside of the box was a great deal of beauty. Inside the box was a great deal of love. Inside the box was Joy.
The Box
I have a fascination following the tiny events in life that lead up to a major event. The seemingly minor thing that is life changing. My favorite band lost their drummer in a van accident in 1969. The band originally had another drummer. He was dragged to their show by a friend and he thought while listening to the show that he would be a better drummer. He stood at the foot of the stage and made up his mind that he would become their drummer and he did. And then coming back from a gig with them he died. I always think about the night and him making that decision little knowing that he was making his way to his death. A great meditation teacher says everything happens for the best. Others say that to look for that little detail in an event leads to madness.
In 2009 my daughter sent me a Christmas card. The photo on the card of a blythe doll changed my life A photo of a plastic doll changed my life. My sorry lonely life. I had already had breast cancer at that point. My children were wonderful but I only one friend still living nearby and she set my teeth on edge. I started feeling apart from life. I was in a relationship, but I also wanted and needed friends. The Christmas card opened a door. That was the tiny event. I loved how the doll looked, and after a few months I decided that I would like to get involved with this hobby and share it with my daughter. I got my first blythe doll. Things have never been the same since. Since then I have met the most wonderful people. Smart, talented, caring, funny, generous and even lonely and overworked people. It became a hobby filled with friendship and joy.
Sometime in 2011 some cells from my thyroid for some strange reason decided to take up residence in my left ovary. Maybe they were kicked out because they were cancerous. The ovary not knowing what they were decided to keep them and began growing a covering over them. Slowly nutrition from my body was drained and vitamins and minerals stolen to help the ovary to keep it growing. My surgeon said that unchecked it would have kept growing. But because our ovaries are part of the reproductive system they are very very good at making a contained environment and that prevented the cells from wandering around. The tiny event that made them settle in the ovary became the major event that saved my life.
The outpouring of love and kindness that I received from the blythe community was staggering and humbling. People I did not know sent me best wishes and all my flickr friends gave me the strength and love to deal with my situation. I have made the very best of friends. Suddenly there were angels everywhere. If you are reading this you are one of the people I am talking about.
In 2011 through the kindness and sweetness of Sandra (minkidynamite) I was managing The Traveling Blythe Program. This program was her vision and it was an honor to be chosen by her. After a few months a tiny event occurred. A woman in Spain began posting photos of her dolls in the group. They were very beautiful. She must have thought that this was the site where you put photos of dolls you wanted to have “travel”. I fm’d her but she did not understand right away so I just ignored deleting the photos because there were so lovely. Then some complaints were received and I had to take action. I wrote her a long fm and made her a contact. I told her how much I loved her talent as a photographer. I told some of my contacts to look at her photos. From that point on Kass (Kassandra’s Box) and I became great friends. She is an incredibly talented woman. Her paintings are gorgeous, her dolls are beautiful and her kindness is titanic. We are true friends and I love her. We are going to meet face to face at blythecon in October.
Yesterday afternoon after spending hours in the car going to the hospital to have my staples taken out and then hours driving back and getting prescriptions etc. I came home to find a box. It was from Kass and her family. Inside of the box was a great deal of beauty. Inside the box was a great deal of love. Inside the box was Joy.