Kids don’t just go over to each others’ houses anymore; they have a play-date. Well, this Friday, my sister is coming over to begin our marathon art play-date. Being some 2500+ miles apart, this does not happen very often. So, I am VERY EXCITED about it. This is not about getting company: this isn’t the typical family visit, to catch up on family news, nor is it about business, although I’m sure she could give me a few tips. It’s about ART and the fact that we both love doing it and have decided to explore it, for a week, together. Oh joy, oh bliss. And my dear husband, when he found out she was coming, said, “I’ll be your support for the week, then.” Meaning, he will cook and bottle wash. Obviously, I won the husband lottery. It’s the best kind to win!
Every day
I see or hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was 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.
From Mindful, by Mary Olver
Carol I’ve been trying to find an email address for you but can’t seem to locate one. Can you email me at suebleiweiss@yahoo.com please? I’d like to talk to you about an article for Fibre&Stitch