To be jolly. Fa la la la la, la la la la.
I'm working on the jolly part - far too much to do in far too little time since my return to Connecticut. I am, however, very joyful and thankful for so having so many good things and good people in my life.
There's my new favorite word - benign. It's really
being all jumbled up with an extra
n thrown into the mix, but it's also the sweetest of words to hear...especially when said in regards to one's mother.
Then there are friends like
Pam
who saves tea bags for me and sends them along -
all nicely emptied even though I keep telling her to just stick them in a box.
And who included a good bit of indigo from her own stash with the tea bags.
photo by Barry Smith
Then there's
Fiona. Part of my whirlwind week back home has included being able to visit with Fiona and
Barry in New York on Sunday. It still boggles my mind that they choose to visit during our winter. Think about it...it's summer in Australia just now. They've traded sun and warmth for snow/rain/sleet + wind + cold temps.
I'm so glad we had the chance to get together again. This time around we took in some bad art at
MOMA. Really, really bad art at
MOMA. The kind that leaves you wondering how on earth this stuff got to be shown there. Really? Just what were we missing? The kind that also leaves one thinking that their 1st graders made better collages back in pre-school. Yep. That kind of bad.
Lunar Architecture by Fiona
The good art came via a little bag that Fiona handed me containing gifts from her and Barry,
Noela and
Susan.
I've felt a kinship with Fiona from the beginning of our exchanges via the inter-pixies. And our work shows it, don't you think?
Imagine Peace by Fiona
Some time last year, I rusted a piece of cotton that printed beautifully...except that it had
measles. Seriously. There were little dots all over it that I just could not get past.
Noela thought she could do something with a bit of it so, not being able to see beyond the measles, I sent the whole thing to her.
She sent part of it back in the form of the most wonderful book,
all wabi sabi style
and playing off the measley parts
in ways that left me speechless with surprise and joy
Peace by Noela Mills
and feeling very peaceful.
Susan's textured prints have me wanting to hold them
and examine them,
to learn their language,
to listen to their tales
and secrets...for surely they are maps to another world, another time...
when feathers were magical and the most precious of possessions.
Barry's gift is one of
reflection, stillness and meditation.
Encouraging me to smile, dream, shine, have hope, be at peace, to love and have joy.
Tis the season for hearts to swell with amazement and awe, in my case at having such wonderful and generous friends. Thank you doesn't seem quite enough, but thank you all so very much for the gifts, but especially for being in my life.
