For Whom The Bell Tolls ~ Remembering Kathreen Ricketson

I heard the news two days ago about the death of Kathreen Ricketson and Rob Shrugg, her husband, and their two orphaned children Otilija and Orlando, ages 13 and 10.

Like so many others I’ve been touched by Kathreen‘s success and generosity. Before I started blogging Kathreen found my work online and invited me to participate in her book WhipUp Mini Quilts. When I began blogging in May 2010 I let Kathreen know and she immediately announced my blog on Whipup.net and just like that I was on the craft blog map. Later she invited me to do a guest post on quilting and bereavement.

I’ve been following Kathreen’s journey on Instagram since January as she began documenting a year of traveling with her family across Austraila, while writing a book about it. I vicariously appreciated the life she was making with her family, and marveled at the beautiful, gentle, intimate way she shared it with all of us.

After hearing the terrible news of Kathreen & Rob’s deaths, I went for my routine jog. I couldn’t stop thinking about Kathreen, her husband, their children, the glory of their lives on the road, the happiness and joy ending so suddenly and so tragically.

Then I thought of the meditation bell that I set to ring at 15 minute intervals during my daily mindfulness practice –ringing, ringing, ringing, startling my lost self out of some thought or worry that has distracted me from my path of being present.

Kathreen’s sudden death in the midst of such promise is like the meditation bell ringing, tolling for me. Suddenly on my run all the flowers became vivid, the smells more pungent. “Wake up, wake up and participate in the making of this beautiful world!”

I think Kathreen’s work has always been about this. Through her blogs, her books, her daily living she translated the importance of  slowing down, waking up, rejoicing in the simple pleasures of craft and relationships, asking us to belong to and participate with our families, our friends, our communities, and our environment –and now even the bright and horrible circumstances of her death has burned this same message into my heart and presumably the hearts of so many she has touched online and off.

I didn’t know Kathreen personally but I felt connected to her and her family, and I feel deep sadness when I think of the loss of her voice and vision, and of the impact of this tragedy on her children and loved ones.

The folks at Mason Dixon Knitting have invited bloggers to remember Kathreen & Rob this week, and to invite our readers to donate to a fund for the care of their children. Please join me in donating if you are able –in celebration of Kathreen and Rob’s life and in appreciation of their life’s work.  Every little bit helps.









 

Meditation #17 By John Donne From Devotions upon Emergent Occasions (1623), XVII:

Nunc Lento Sonitu Dicunt, Morieris (Now this bell, tolling softly for another, says to me, Thou must die.)

Perchance, he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that. The church is catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does belongs to all. When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that body which is my head too, and ingrafted into that body whereof I am a member. And when she buries a man, that action concerns me: all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God’s hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another. As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come, so this bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness.

There was a contention as far as a suit (in which both piety and dignity, religion and estimation, were mingled), which of the religious orders should ring to prayers first in the morning; and it was determined, that they should ring first that rose earliest. If we understand aright the dignity of this bell that tolls for our evening prayer, we would be glad to make it ours by rising early, in that application, that it might be ours as well as his, whose indeed it is.

The bell doth toll for him that thinks it doth; and though it intermit again, yet from that minute that this occasion wrought upon him, he is united to God. Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises? but who takes off his eye from a comet when that breaks out? Who bends not his ear to any bell which upon any occasion rings? but who can remove it from that bell which is passing a piece of himself out of this world?

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

Neither can we call this a begging of misery, or a borrowing of misery, as though we were not miserable enough of ourselves, but must fetch in more from the next house, in taking upon us the misery of our neighbours. Truly it were an excusable covetousness if we did, for affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it, and made fit for God by that affliction. If a man carry treasure in bullion, or in a wedge of gold, and have none coined into current money, his treasure will not defray him as he travels. Tribulation is treasure in the nature of it, but it is not current money in the use of it, except we get nearer and nearer our home, heaven, by it. Another man may be sick too, and sick to death, and this affliction may lie in his bowels, as gold in a mine, and be of no use to him; but this bell, that tells me of his affliction, digs out and applies that gold to me: if by this consideration of another’s danger I take mine own into contemplation, and so secure myself, by making my recourse to my God, who is our only security.

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2 Responses to For Whom The Bell Tolls ~ Remembering Kathreen Ricketson

  1. Mona R says:

    I’m fairly new to the fabric art and crafting scene, so I was not familiar with Kathreen Ricketson. However, in the wake of the tragic deaths of her and her husband, I have read overwhelming postings of her beautiful spirit, creative contributions and loving lifestyle, along with heartfelt sadness. My heart goes out to their children, family, followers and friends. I’m looking forward to learning more about Kathreen from her websites and books. Thanks and my condolence for the loss of you friends.

  2. john wiercioch says:

    I’m saddened to read this about your friends Sherri. Making somehow “sense” of the transition that is a sudden death of one we knew can feel so elusive and incomplete. As always, your personal posts have a way of touching on universal feelings. I very much appreciate your choice of J. Donne. KAthreen & Rob seemed to be engaged on such a vital life journey–I agree completely, the best way to honor them is to engage fully in life ourselves. I wish you calm, Light, and peace in your heart as you absorb this news.

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