On the other side of this, though, a good night's sleep, time to read and write and create anew, slow, easy time with friends and family...what's not to like there?
Thursday, August 25, 2016
TICK TOCK...
With speed like that of the hummingbird's wings, the summer festival season is drawing to a close. As always, there are mixed feelings about this finale. Friends, old and new, will be missed. The good music will float off on the cool evening breeze. Appreciation, shared laughter, and good conversations will waft away too.
Saturday, August 20, 2016
GRATITUDE TO THE MAX
Apollo butterflies at play on canvas |
Mary Oliver is one of my favorite writers ever. This morning as I re-read her words they seemed to speak for me: Every day I see or I hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light. It is what I was born for--to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world--to instruct myself over and over in joy, and acclamation....
Yes, I am blessed and filled with gratitude for each day's offerings of delight and for the growing wisdom to look and to listen...just to lose myself there.
Thursday, August 11, 2016
FUN AFTER DARK
When approached to teach the Sawdust After Dark class I had no idea just how much fun it would be. A lot of the credit, of course, goes to the wonderful folks who have signed up for this adventure. And credit is also due to my fine helper, Faith Fickett, without whom I could never manage the numbers in the setting of Studio One at the Sawdust Art Festival grounds. Kudos to all!
More classes through the Sawdust are coming up and I will be teaching for them again on the evenings of September 22 and October 14, along with my regular--longer and more complete--classes here in my own studio. Lots of fun--day and night!
Two of several fun students--note the different interpretations |
Monday, August 1, 2016
BLESSINGS EVEN ON DOG DAYS
The blessings continue to show up even on these hot dog days of summer. The wonderful dragonfly seen at left--nicknamed Rusty by my booth neighbor Mary Gulino--showed up for many hours on several days this past week. He would fly around each of our booths, flit back out, and return moments later. Mary got some fabulous shots of him (the wings are stupendous!) and I was able to get the colorful one seen here. Rusty drew quite a crowd and opened many wonderful conversations. So much joy seemed contained in such a small creature.
And then today when the dragonfly did not show up as usual, the one below was gifted to me by the wonderful ceramic artist Trevor Stimson. Trevor knew nothing of Rusty so this seemed especially wonderful.
And then today when the dragonfly did not show up as usual, the one below was gifted to me by the wonderful ceramic artist Trevor Stimson. Trevor knew nothing of Rusty so this seemed especially wonderful.
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