Journey of Quilting

finding my culture...

redefining who you are is exhausting

comes at a time when you are least expecting it... like conceiving a baby or falling love (preferably falling in love first)

so many of us are removed from our heritage — well, i am -

i don't live in Hungary or Ireland, and cannot step outdoors and run my hands against the ancient stones that were laid upon the church's walls hundreds of years ago



photograph taken on our travels to Idaho
here where I live, on our little farmette... if felt as though there was more of a history when the barn was still standing... we do have a corn crib that is quite old... which i am certainly not complaining about to have instead
all of that is physical history... things you can touch and feel...
what i am talking about is finding my culture within

within who i am... all of me

it's kind of exhilarating thinking of that... the foods that i both create and crave... the clothes i both make and wear... the faith i both live and breathe
i could dedicate a whole book written on finding my culture within...
i do think so many of us who like to journal our lives onto the net for anyone to read should not be scared... we shouldn't hold back ourselves...

there is strength within all of us to just embrace who we are and the culture we have made for ourselves why? because it's exposing ourselves
why also? because we are able to look at whatever images we wish and read whatever we'd like to form this culture

it's not our ethnicity, that will never change... that's in our blood

it's our own personal workings in our daily lives that makes up our culture and it's intellectual activities