I love cards. Selecting the perfect card to send, reflecting my personality to the personality of the eventual receiver is a joy. Not every friend of mine would appreciate an Edward Gorey card. But a few of them get it……..the minute they see the image they’ll turn to the back and read the little comment that goes with it.
Some of my friends are lovers of art as I am. Still there are those that I’ll send a card from my box of Monet while others will receive a Van Gogh. Yet others will get a card from my assorted “Woman Reading” box with images from several different artists. The right picture to fit the occasion and the receiver. A-h-h-h.
As I finally tie up my 2009 Christmas cards with a pretty satin ribbon today, I look them over getting pleasure a second time from a card once dispatched. Most cards I can tell who sent it to me without even opening the card just by looking at the image and by knowing my friend well.
They are all treasures to be put away for a time then brought out later to enjoy again, like a love letter but one without the romance. They are reminders of one who lived at a certain time in a certain place in my life. A recorder of events as sure as the log of a ship or the facts of a biography.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Friday, February 05, 2010
Snowbound
It is the beauty of snow that stays with me. The soft snow bringing peace outside the window sent me into my library to pick the “Snow Falling on Silence” by Marina Raye CD off my shelf. Her music enhances the feminine voice of beauty in winter. Nature sounds float out from my computer penetrating my skin; settling inside where it is needed most.
Even though my experience of life is very different, I seek the book of John Greenleaf Whittier poetry on the shelf. I couldn’t possibly watch the snow filtering down from the white sky without thinking of Snowbound the poem learned in high school. It was truly learned so that it rises to the surface at times like this, so many years since I first read the poem.
Being snowbound is good for reading, thinking, cooking, and writing. Actually I even found time to clean out my closet in response to the message from the universe to be “letting go of stuff you no longer need…clothes, household items, attitudes and beliefs that no longer serve you.” I quote from Jyoti Wind’s Astro Update.
Paintings appear in front of my eyes when I drive through the forests into town for some real live people and talk after spending six days housebound. The forest shows up best when snow is on the ground. It is easier to see deep into the woods. The depth is revealed but the secrets remain her own.
Now that the roads are clear again I hear we are expecting another snowfall coming tonight. This time I’ll build a bigger snowman.
Even though my experience of life is very different, I seek the book of John Greenleaf Whittier poetry on the shelf. I couldn’t possibly watch the snow filtering down from the white sky without thinking of Snowbound the poem learned in high school. It was truly learned so that it rises to the surface at times like this, so many years since I first read the poem.
Being snowbound is good for reading, thinking, cooking, and writing. Actually I even found time to clean out my closet in response to the message from the universe to be “letting go of stuff you no longer need…clothes, household items, attitudes and beliefs that no longer serve you.” I quote from Jyoti Wind’s Astro Update.
Paintings appear in front of my eyes when I drive through the forests into town for some real live people and talk after spending six days housebound. The forest shows up best when snow is on the ground. It is easier to see deep into the woods. The depth is revealed but the secrets remain her own.
Now that the roads are clear again I hear we are expecting another snowfall coming tonight. This time I’ll build a bigger snowman.
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