Friday, April 8, 2011

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

The Gift

Late last afternoon  Mr. Humpty went off to his new home with Lea.  Lea is one of those people swirls into your life and makes you feel like you are the most amazing creation on earth.  When she leaves you feel your heat has been opened.  She gives me so much that my heart has to open in order to recieve the bounty of her generosity.  This is how it goes...She comes in with a couple of bottles of my favorite wine  ( I had made a simple suggestion that she might like to try this wine and she remembered)  Some people might remember and bring you a bottle but she   brings two.    I should mention , she is like a piece of art that you have to look at for a moment to take her all in.  This day Lea had on a most beautiful scarf she knitted ( did I mention she is incredibly talented, too?)  and I admired it, of course... Then we went on a mini tour of my new auction finds and my work room and she started plastering over all the cracks in my self confidence and tightening up a few loose screws so I didn't feel so wobbly about starting this new venture.  As she left she put a bunch of money in my hand for Humpty and wrapped her beautiful scarf around my neck and put a loaf of ginger cake in my hand (YUM...she is an amazing cook, too).  I was overwhelmed to say the least.  Today I have been walking around with the scarf wrapped across my heart...and from time to time I just bury my face into the beautiful homespun wool and smells like love.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

" Hope is hearing the melody of the future.
                      Faith is to dance to it."               Dutch Sheets
Tis the season to make HEARTS...a short but sweet time of the year when Montana is covered in a blanket of white sparkles.    Spring is so near that she trys to pull me out of this moment of time with her allure of green sprouts pushing through the snow and the colors of tulips and jonquils dotting my  yard.  But life is short and I am making hearts...

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Blessings for the new year...


What a difference a day la la.  Somehow stepping across the threshold into a new year feels all filled with hope.  It is just another day, really, just like a crisp new dollar bill spends like an old worn one, but still, it feels better somehow,  in your hand.  I make a handful of resolutions every year.   Some I manage to keep for a while then slip back into the me I would like to not be...  But, faithfully, every year I have renewed hope that I will somehow become the lovely person I invision I could be...Perhaps this will be the year that my glass slippers will appear by the hearth.