One of my 3 hostesses, Linda, took me to the drug store where I bought cold meds, boxes of tissues and a hair clip because my hair was starting to puff out as my nose got redder and the humidity was reaching 89%. And this was only day #1.
At one point, as I was going back to my room after breakfast, I couldn’t remember my room number. I was in different hotels every day. Was it room 220 or 507 or now where am I??? The thought of asking the front desk what my room number was was very humbling.
But I made it, barely. Then, on the last night something special happened that made it all worth the runny nose, the sweaty clothes, the bad hair and losing my voice. I think I touched someone special. Artists can touch people with their art. Sometimes it's good and sometimes it shakes up your mind and head. But that is not what I am talking about. My lecture meant something to an 11 year old boy who was there with his grandmother that night at the guild meeting.
Again, we had mic problems and my throat was so sore. Thank God Ginger drove me through a Sonic to get a giant cherry lime aid before the meeting. It was like mother’s medicine. I found out that I was to go on after the break which is when most people leave. I don’t understand why a quilt guild that is paying big bucks to bring me there has me lecture at the end after the Show & Tell and when everyone is tired. At one guild recently they had 25 Show & Tells before the break and me. That meant that I also was not going to get out of there until 10:30. But this night the Show & Tells went fast and it was my time. I was worried still about the mic and had an idea right before I was introduced.
My idea fixed the mic problem. Now, could they handle my raspy voice from this darn cold? God, give me the strength to go on is what I prayed in the ladies bathroom. It was a warm and receptive group, I could see. There were about 250 at the meeting that night. I talked about how I got from there to here and the struggles I had gone through as a child and adult. This is my art. I talk about overcoming my dyslexia and the labels people put on you as a kid but that I was always thinking like an artist from the very beginning. It just didn’t fit in a school system. But it’s what makes me creative and how when you accept how you are this helps our creative process and helps us define our art. Then I end with my 3 minute movie that I have made showing my artwork and my path. It’s set to music and always gets a great response. Then the trip is over. I can now go home and fall in the arms of my loving man.
But,, as I am talking to the ladies at the end of the nigh,t I see this young man of 11 walk up to me. Behind him is his grandmother. She says he has something to say to me. He tells me that he also has dyslexia. My heart jumps as I run around the table that is separating us. He was so cute and brave. I gave him a big hug and I saw the smile on his face and then looked in his eyes and I told him You have been given a great gift. You are going to do great things in the world - you will just do them in a different way. That is what is going to make you successful. You can do anything you want to do - you will just figure out a different way to get there. Don’t let anyone stop you. I hugged him again and he nodded his head like he already knew it. I saw his grandmother turn and walk away. Later, in the car, Ginger told me she was crying. This is why I do what I do. Not to win awards, although the awards get me the jobs. I have a life I want to share with others - a life that has been hard and rewarding. A life I could have easily given up and tossed away if I had believed for one moment what people labeled me. I always knew that God had his hand in this. Artists are right-brained thinkers, which is where all creativity comes from. Schools are mostly left- brained and humans are ignorant.
There was a book I bought that is called The Gift of Dyslexia. I never read past the title and preface but the title said it all to me. I still have that book and to anyone who wants to listen to a very creative woman who has been given a gift, a runny nose and a voice that today sounds like Suzanne Pleshette on the Bob Newhart Show, I’m here and have a story to tell.