Yesterday was the first time I had walked into Copper Country Mental Health...after spending a half an hour I left with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. I felt the sincerity and kindness...helpfulness and understanding a safe haven for those needing guidance.
Gulping down an unexpected wave of emotion....I drove away.
I had even said, "I should have probably used this place during my crisis..." and yet I had not. I don't know exactly why, but it never crossed my mind.
I am not sure of their policies or services or pay schedules, but the feelings I had when I met with a few of the employees was kindness and caring....sincerely. A place for the troubled mind to find compassion.
I truly have not given this place a thought, not a conscious literal mindful, or even inquiring thought, it has been a known place, but one I drive by unnoticing.
Having been approached to exhibit My Story Line Quilts, I was invited in. I went.
My Story Line Quilts will shine there, be welcomed and appreciated, just like the rest of their consumers, clients, patients...etc.
It is more special than an Art Gallery, for the eyes that gaze upon them will know my journey well....from both sides...the helpers and the helped.
(I will take pictures of the exhibit in September...until then, I will get my quilts and their words together.)
