Filed under: emotion, knitting, presentation | Tags: change, emotion, emotional memory, emotions, grandmother, meditation, memory, questions, stress, thoughts
Something I have realised this evening that the theme of emotion, emotional memory has more facets for me than I presented this week. Knitting is so tightly linked to my emotions in many ways:
I was taught to knit by one grandmother (I remember this clearly) and I knit with the tools of the other. I can’t help but think of them both each time I make something.
I have and do knit to through times of stress, through change, to mull over difficult questions, to slow the pace of my thoughts, a form of meditation.
I embue the things I make with an emotion of their own. I make items that hold emotional memories for me and for the people I make them for.
Through knitting I have discovered more about myself.
Filed under: presentation | Tags: excited, group, images, nervous, presentation, structure, writing
I worked for 8 hours on my presentation yesterday. The thing I find hardest is the writing, knowing what I want to include and how much to say. I sorted out the main headings first: About Me, My work, The Future and whilst putting points down under each one I discovered that there was definitely a flow to it that wasn’t in the order of the headings as they were laid out. It was easier to introduce my work and then look at where it came from, why I do what I do and my history. My background led more easily into what I want to do next because of what my experience has taught me.
Once I have my ’script’ down, organising the images to illustrate / accompany it is the best bit (of course!).
Knowing what you want to say dosn’t stop you from being nervous, does it? I feel like there is so much riding on this. If I don’t get my points across clearly then it could affect who I end up with as a mentor and getting that wrong would feel like such a missed opportunity. And there is excitement mixed in with the anxiety – I get to see what the rest of the group do, we already know we are a mixed bunch – but how varied are we really?
Butterflies…
