My sister is coming to PLAY!
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