INDEED. You let just a couple days go by and so many things have happened - you've experienced such exquisite moments of joy, longing and pure love and now you have to pack them into a post that won't cause those reading to fall asleep or give up before the end. But, then, I'm really writing this for myself. I have to remember that.
Since I last wrote I attended the writing seminar which really should have been stretched into two days, there was so much information. Some good, inspiring information.
My friend, Barb, has been visiting from Michigan, and Saturday night we turned out the lights for an hour - for the good of the earth and its people - and sat in front of the fireplace in the warm glow, listening to the crackle, the faint smell of wood smoke in the air, and just talked. (We are friends for life.)
The Mister said we talk so honestly to each other - Barb and I, that is - and I have to say that about sums it up. There is not much we do not know about each other, since we have been friends since high school.
We went to church together on Sunday morning, to a Baptist church in a nearby town. I knew a few of the people in the crowd - hadn't seen them in a long, long time - and enjoyed singing the hymns. Getting that oxygen in your lungs and then throwing it back out invigorates a person. Singing is good exercise!
We were sitting in the back of the church and it was not crowded that morning. As I looked out over the people I was filled with the sweet sense of how connected we all are, the energy flowing through the woman over there, the child in front of us, the elderly man seated down in front - all the same. I felt such love for everyone in the building and remembered what my mother told my sister: "I just love people. I always have."
I guess I inherited that, for I "just love people" too. Although many times - too many times - it's only "people" in the abstract, at arm's length that I love. Well, I hadn't been to church in a long while, not since Mother's Day about a year before my mom died. Now I feel I would like to visit all sorts of different churches on Sundays and I think I may attend Seder at the All Saints Episcopal in town on Wednesday.
One thing I loved in reading the scripture was this from 2 John 12: "I have much to write to you, but I do not want to use paper and ink. Instead, I hope to visit you and talk with you face to face, so that our joy may be complete." (Maybe I should have begun this post with these words for I would so enjoy talking with you all face to face.)
After church the Mister and I went up to our property, which is where I found the trillium above. The first one of the spring in my photo album. And don't you love these catkins. I was moving branches and kept seeing "dust" flying around until I realized it was pollen. I like the contrast between the rotting leaves and these fresh, fallen catkins.
This was the first time we've been up there since our December snowstorms and ice. There are several alders down, with one across the bridge, and we had to clear some large branches on the road going in. There is a lot of work to do, much more than can be accomplished in a couple of weekends. We need a work party up there soon.
NOW, on to the Library Card Project. ARE YOU ASLEEP YET? Dawn sent me hers, front and back, and they are awesome. She got the very first part of the story and did a fantastic illustration on both front and back. Love it, love it, love it!
Then I got a library card from Michelle. It combines a couple of elements from the story and made my heart sing! How thrilling to see someone pick up on what you've written and make it "concrete" like this, with substance and heart.
And, someone (a mystery someone) left me a Guerrilla Art Library Card at work today. She didn't leave her name at the front desk so I don't know who it was - but I have my hunches. Tomorrow I will post the library cards - maybe all of them, up to date, so you can see what's happening. One last photo of me and my friend, Barb, for she's leaving on a jet plane tomorrow and I won't see her for a while - femminismo
(Thank you, Ruth, for taking the photo - but it really doesn't look like either of us. haha)