My grandmother had a passion for knitting. I can’t count how many sweaters and scarfs and socks she knit for me and my brother when we were growing up. Every time she remembered what colors and patterns we like. I wish I had preserved each and every pieces she made for me with love and passion.
Just like everyone else, I received millions of presents and gifts in my lifetime from my friends, relatives, colleagues and sometimes even strangers. But when I look back, I see that it’s the handmade gifts that I remember the most. The reason is, handmade gifts touch our souls. And they do so because their primary ingredients are the creator’s passion and their love for the recipient.
A few weeks back a wise man gave me a gift. It was a small envelope with my name on it. When I opened it, I found an inspiring poem that he wrote me. That touched my heart and my soul. If I ever have my personal museum, I will keep it there as one of the most valuable items.
One of our good friends presented an oil painting that she painted for our living room. I am going to keep that too in my personal museum.
It’s been more than ten years my grandmother passed away. But I still feel a connection with her whenever I think of her passion for life and her love and care for us, with which she knit all the sweaters.
An amateurish handmade card or showpiece, a letter with a few heartfelt sentences, flowers grown in one’s own garden, a drawing that says “I love you” – that’s all it takes to touch another soul.