Dolls Just Want to Have Fun

I seem to have gathered a doll collection since I moved to the condo and they all have fun living with me here. My dolls certainly put a smile on my face as they greet me when I come home. They never complain and they don’t make demands. They are just there in the moment with their happy little faces.

Dolls in living room

Each doll has a story and a few of them have gone off into the world and been given to others to begin a new life. I rescued Sara’s doll from a garage sale when Sara was 10 years old and her mother was downsizing for a move. I met Sara 10 years later in an advanced watercolor painting class and when we discovered the connection ( we were former neighbors) I gave Sara’s Raggedy Ann doll back to her. It was an emotional and happy reunion with a long lost and treasured childhood doll.

Sara's Raggedy Ann

I found little Raggedy Ann on a treasure hunting trip to the Red Barn in Hebron with my dear friend Kate. Kate is the kind of person who is there for you when you need support and she can tackle any task with efficiency and stamina. Kate helped me downsize the contents of my house in preparation for the move to my condo last year. It was a daunting task that was made much more manageable with her help.

Little Raggedy Ann

I gave away little Raggedy Ann during the downsizing operation. I had so many things that it was hard to decide what to keep for the move to a much smaller place. Although I know this doll made some little girl very happy, over time I grew to miss her. Recently I found a vintage pattern for the little doll on Etsy and decided to make a new one. My friend Leonora, who helped me find places to donate many of my things, found some of the fabric that I needed to make this doll. I plan to start on this project soon and it will be fun!

Raggedy Ann Supplies

I have more dolls upstairs who greet me in the morning and again in the evening. Some of them I have made, some of them belonged to my children, and there is a Raggedy Ann I found at the Durham Fair after I returned Sara’s doll to her. There is also a Hello Kitty doll and a bear that my children gave to me. Each one is special to me and brightens up my life.

Dolls upstairs

Beach Labyrinth in the Fog

Labyrinth fog 1

Yesterday I went to Hammonasset Beach to recenter myself. It is a place that I always return to when I am finding myself too far from my core self and needing realignment. I parked at the Nature Center and walked to the hidden beach carpeted with shells and sharing space with the ever present beach labyrinth. To my surprise the labyrinth had grown and was much bigger than last time I was there.

Labyrinth fog 3

I gathered stones at the edge of the tide rolling in. I had noticed that some artists in my online spaces had painted rocks with interesting designs and I wanted to try that. After I gathered a basket full of stones I sat on a driftwood log, listening to the gentle sound of the waves and watching the scenery enveloped in the misty fog. Everything had an ethereal quality and there was remembrance of times past spent on the beach in fog. Except there was no sound of a foghorn, the lighthouse being too far from where I was.

Labyrinth fog 2

When the area became empty except for me, I slowly walked the inward spiral path of the labyrinth, thinking about where I was at this moment in time and where I was going. I finally felt at peace with myself after months of turmoil that I mostly kept hidden from view. I am a very private person and find it difficult to share my inner world with anyone.

Labyrinth fog 4

Yesterday was the tipping point or turning point for me. While holding space with the beach labyrinth, I realized that I am going to be OK, that I can trust in myself and my own judgement, and that I need to do what is right for me. I can’t be all things to all people – I can only be myself. I need to listen to that still, small voice inside that is telling me I need quiet and solitude, I need air to breathe, and I need space around me so that I can feel my edges and see who I am.

Labyrinth fog 5