photo: at the farmer's market
Call it serendipity.
Call it fate.
Call it an inkling, a possibility of shared ideas and friendship. People come and go from our lives for all sorts of reasons, and I'm just happy to be open to the meeting, the possibility of found connections. I'm happy for my own history of such beliefs, and the memory of not only people, time and place, but of heart ache and desire as seen through my own imaginative filter.
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Thank you for the overwhelming positive interest in seeing my future projects. I often wonder if in a place where the word 'scrapbook' has a particular slant, if my projects really fall into that category, but they do. I see them as organized memories, more or less; collected sentiments. More often though I'm really sharing a family photo album. I'm grateful that what I do resonates.
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Reading a link from the Blue Hour today had me literally reminding myself to breathe. As I continued to be drawn through the verses of Gary Whitehead's First Year Teacher To His Students, I knew I would want to re-read it over and again. It's ruined me for the day in the best of ways.
Other things moving me lately:
- meeting lovely Lisa on Sunday
- completely and practically inspired by A week of kids clothing challenge
- Elizabeth Dunker's Son Otto's wallpaper - click on image for link
- immersing myself in work for our company, Pattern Builders.
I'm thinking that tea and rest aren't enough for what ails me, and taking myself in for check up as soon as they can fit me in. Nothing serious just a sore throat thing.
Have a great day, friends.
