This morning I received a wonderful email from Miss Moonspinner and she introduced me to a girl called Mindy Gledhill and in this email she paid me a really big compliment, she said this song reminds her of me, it’s called pocketful of poetry. Holy wow, that’s a big deal. It means number one she really, really KNOWS me. Cause well, I’m in constant wonder? and I’m most happy when I’m writing, poetry, stories, words….just words. I love words but simple ones not very complicated sophisticated ones. I’m very simple you know. I wonder what makes those glow in the dark things, glow in the dark? How is it bubbles have the most magnificent opalescent rainbows inside? I wonder how feathers are made perfectly to help those birds to fly? I wonder how all those men built that big bridge that we faithfully drive on top of to cross the water? I’m in constant wonder? It’s a big joke around here with motorcycle man because since I’m in constant wonder and amazement about things I will often ask him as if he has all the answers. “Rich how come this? How come that? I wonder why they do it that way, do you know why?” He will laugh and say, he doesn’t know the answers but sometimes he makes things up just to make me giggle. We are a good team, the pair of us. So I made up a nick name for the all-knowing motorcycle man, I will from time to time call him BOK and that stands for book of knowledge. Long story short, I would much rather be writing and making pretty things, and taking pictures and of course hanging out with my family and friends and mostly just playing and having music constantly playing all the time like an enourmous sound track to our life…. but I do know we must work, I suppose we just must. But I wonder what it would be like to do what I love so it wouldn’t feel like work? People do it. I know this to be true but could this be me? Could I just write words and take pictures of things and make a living? hum…. I wonder??
Remember when I talked about being shy and introverted? I still am but yes, I’m also brave and I can say this with complete confidence. I’m meeting up with my NOW YOU gals mostly the ones who reside in the PNW. I live sort of close enough to either take a long drive or a short flight. I’m taking the short flight because in my heart of hearts I know this is going to be a really great trip and the friendships I have already made via picture sharing and workshops are deep. Many of us have already bared our souls, we don’t need to cut through the small talk. We can jump straight in. And I for one have never experienced anything quite like this. I don’t want to spend too much time imagining how this trip will be, I just want to be there, just be. Take it all in. I began to believe I didn’t have very much to offer, I don’t sew, I don’t crochet, I don’t cook amazing however I love. I just love and I listen and I share my heart and I’m present and with this group it’s good enough to just be me, exactly who I am. I can learn from the cookers, the bakers, the knitters, the other artists because although I still don’t exactly know my nitche I do know I’m an artist and I do belong in this group. acceptance in spite of our social status, our spiritual beliefs, our political stands. We all just love. We all just accept. We can peel away our differences and see each other for our hearts and our souls. I hope to share pictures and words upon my return and I hope that no matter where we are, that we can gather in groups and just listen and love and create of course, having mini meet ups across the globe and one day maybe we can all gather in one spot.
Don’t stop dreaming.
yep. tomorrow. leaving. on a jet plan. and this version is pretty amazing in my books.
“but. leap i will… day after day, hoping to land in the arms of beauty more often than not.” my friend Angela Hendrix-Petry
How many of you have read “This I Know” by Susannah Conway ? If you have not had a chance to read it, I recommend it. I read it a few years ago now but when I did read it, I remember laying on the grass in my backyard reading her heartfelt words. She had experienced tremendous loss and she began to find feathers. I have another friend who experienced tragic loss of a friend who also began to find feathers after his death. And honestly it was this friend Angela who made me far more aware of feathers than even the book I had read. But you know when you discover something new, your eyes are opened. Then all of a sudden where there were none, there were many. It’s like hearts. I literally find them everywhere. I can cut open a piece of filet mignon and there will be a heart! I’m not even kidding.
see, yesterday sweeping, a little heart leaf landed in the muck.
So back to the feathers. I began to find feathers after my eyes were opened wide. The point is, they have always been there, it’s just I had never noticed them. I was so busy rushing through life that I just didn’t look down or around. I mean I have always been an observer of life since I’m a quite person. I went back and read journals when my oldest was born 19 years ago and I was writing about my days sitting at the park on my lunch hour explaining to him in my journal what I was seeing and what I was imagining and things like that. But there was a point in my life where I was so busy raising my kids and taking care of the house and bills, working and just going through the process without really appreciating it. So now because of great friends and good books and my constant learning each and every day, I slow down. I look around and it’s amazing how much love is everywhere I look. I have not had a tragedy hit me in regards to my feather finding. I take them as gifts from God, just like the hearts are his calling cards. It’s a physical reminder to me that he is always with me even when I think I’m alone. This is how I relate to hearts and feathers. You may relate them in an entirely different way but if you are seeing them, stopping and noticing then that’s what counts.
the bouquet of feathers found on yesterdays walk.
This is the bouquet of feathers I found yesterday when I walked for 30 minutes in the park. I even found the piece of string that I tied them up with. I have walked this park for years, lots of times and I had never noticed or picked up a feather. And when I went with the intent to find at least one, I found many. The park does have a pond that is home to many ducks! But you see I had walked around that pond so many times I can’t count and never have I noticed the feathers scattered across the grass. It’s like I looked straight past them. Now it’s all I can see.