Being of Service

I have become a devoted servant over the last few days

holding up a dish of water under a thirsty chin

faithfully injecting helpful medicines

sitting by the low bed that is home

waiting for the signs that we would normally never wish for...

And in between I work

and do the laundry

and nest a bit.

I've found that mostly what I want to create are patterns

or pieces using plant materials

mandalas

new metals

like red brass

And then I hold them all in my hands and see that the results

of the instincts are measured and peaceful:

I like when pieces have a feel to them.

I like when the intention of a piece is to be of service, a small heartfelt caretaker of the part of us that craves beauty and needs to drink deep.

Yesterday I bought a painting from a dear friend and I could tell the moment I looked at it that it was going to heal and unify bits of life that so need it:

with every piece she sends out, a sigh of relief for the receiver, a gift consistent in its giving from day one to generations next...

Today my friend Laurie Brown is heading down from San Francisco to say hello to all of us,

and I cannot wait.

I sincerely hope that all is well in your world, dear reader;

is the sun shining where you are today?

xoxox,

Allisunny