Aida Ramírez Garcia
Aida Ramirez Garcia- 1920-1995
Nos inspiraba con su presencia llena de calor y consistencia al expresar amor por la familia.
Ella me enseño a protegerme emocionalmente. En ocaciones me recordaba como podia transformar una situación difícil cantando una canción para calmarme e imaginando como crecía una protección espiritual y como mi mete podia crear distancia del centro de la tormenta, para observarlo todo mejor. Pasaba muchas tardes con Ila haciendo manualidades y conversando. Ella sacaba una tela y en una hora me preparaba ropa nueva, me enseñaba a ayudarla en el proceso y me dejaba hacerle todas las preguntas que tenia sobre la vida mientras cosía.
Ila trabajó como maestra, ella me enseñaba algunas destrezas y luego me dejaba explorar, cometer “errores” y salir de ellos, me dejaba preguntar si se me trancaba el volo, y con dulzura me ayudaba. Esta libertad me daba espacio para sentir confianza en mi misma y resolver problemas sin miedo a equivocarme.
Aunque Ila ya no nos acompaña en vida, la tengo bien presente cuando trabajo con mi hijo Ari haciendo origami por muchas horas y conversando y dejando que haga todas la preguntas de la vida mientras exploramos papel, y los “errores” creativos nos llevan a desarrollar nuevas técnicas.
Aida Ramirez Garcia-
Our Ila was always a force of tenderness and energy. She inspired us with her presence filled with warmth and her consistency when expressing love for the family. She taught me how to protect myself emotionally. At times she would remind me how I could transform a difficult situation by singing a song to myself for calming down and imagining how a spiritual protection would grow around me, how my mind could create distance from being at the center of the storm, so to observe it all better.
I would spend a lot of afternoons with Ila doing crafts and in conversations. She would pull out some fabrics and within an hour would make me new clothes. She would teach me how to help her in the process and would let me ask her all the questions I had about life while we worked.
Ila worked as a teacher all her life, she had a way of teaching some skills and then letting me explore the materials without criticism, she would allow me to “make mistakes” y find my way out, and ask more questions if I needed, with sweetness she would help me again. This freedom and space to feel confidence in myself to solve problems without the fear of making mistakes offered me options as a creative being.
Even though Ila is no longer with us, I have her present while I work with my son Ari when we make Ari-gami for hours. We have conversations and I try to allow him to ask me all the questions of the world of life while we explore the paper and see how the creative “ mistakes” lead us to develop new techniques.