A Kind Gust

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I am so grateful for small miracles. Yesterday, at my art fair, the wind gusts were really strong. My card rack fell over into the jewelry booth next to me. Thank goodness it did not fall on anyone or into the jewelry. Just fell on the grass.  And total strangers in the jewelry booth  helped me pick up the cards. I didn’t lose too many. Spring art fairs are risky due to unpredictable weather. But the kindness of strangers is always so powerful. And so unpredictable as well.


Stirrings and Longings

There it is! Don't you see?
Catch it! Catch it! Catch it now.hum on zinnia
Watch it glide above the sea
Spreading wings so prettily.
Red and Green and Blue and Gold
Are its colors I've been told
Look into its dreamy eye
Feel its grandeur, hear it sigh.

But I cannot see it now.
For it flies away so fast.
Catch the memory and make it last.
Catch it! Catch it! Catch it now.
There it is! Don't you see?...

I wrote the above poem when I was a teenager. And I truly had no idea what it meant. But something told me to save it. Continue reading