Wednesday, August 31, 2011

S is for Summer...



...sweet sunshine and sandbars,
sunlight shifting through the trees,
and silver chardonnay...

sipping the last of the summer wine...
so sorry to see the season slip away.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Hands to Work

Years ago, a friend told me that one day I'd have to find a happy identity without that of my work. Her words rose like gray shadows over my colorful and vibrant world of fabric, furniture, and fittings. Huh? I said at the time, flinging her words out the car window as I drove away from our decorating session.

Turns out, losing my beloved-and-always-fascinating editorial work this summer is a kind of grief,
something that leaves me with hours to fill...
...empty hands, what-nows, and self-absorption.
It's not a pretty picture.

I go to lunch with lovely friends who have ideas for What Now.
Write a book, they say, teach English as a second language, volunteer for the Red Cross.
I consider staging homes for sellers and grouse around the house.about the real estate market.
I order Netflix movies, escaping to other worlds. I read books~~just one or two.
I blog, scanning the landscape with my camera in search of simple, beautiful, or uplifting things to post while absorbing the mind-bending works of creative bloggers.
Hoping for increased energy, I walk, logging miles on the pedometer my sister gave me. 
I spend outdoor days with bright-eyed grandsons who outrun me.
I plan trips we can't yet afford, cook meals instead of dining out, and collect coupons.

Still,  I look for the spark to re-light the fire...
materials to burn away this quiet desperation
and the longing to create beauty and order in meaningful ways.

Side-tripping down the quote lane, I find words like these:

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life
with a catcher's mitt on both hands;
you need to be able to throw something back.
                                               ~~Maya Angelou

As you grow older,
 you will discover that you have two hands,
one for helping yourself,
the other for helping others.
                                                 ~~Audrey Hepburn

What does love look like?
It has the hands to help others.
It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy.
It has the eyes to see misery and want.
It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men.
That's what love looks like.
                                             ~~Saint Augustine

Ah, a small spark in the dark~~
for the love thing.
Like cutting fabric into quilt blocks
and stitching them up
for Lutheran World Relief.

I still have useful hands, I'm still breathing.
Alive and healthy in this wierd and wonderful world,
 I'm still free and walking about.
And, on Monday mornings, there's much laughter going on 
when the Dorcas Quilting Mission
meets to do their hands-to-work, hearts-to-God thing.

I'm in.
I could use a good laugh.

Perhaps I'll find a new way...one little commitment after another.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Cathedral Lights

Light, a transformative element of design, gives life, mystery, and magic to a space.

Enchantments~~for me~~include cathedral lights in all their glory.
 I can't help but notice the lighting and how it affects the mood of the interior.

Ancient crystals circle the chandelier in the side chapel
of the old Spanish mission in Carmel, California. Reflecting the light from the window nearby,
the crystals dance above the lighted votives below.

Lovely crystal chandeliers line the length of the light walls of the sanctuary in this German church,
 lending sparkle and elegance to the gold and white space.

A table filled with votive candles that worshippers can light themselves creates a corner
of intimacy and tenderness in the Spanish Cloisters of North Miami, Florida.

Michelangelo's genius shines in St. Peter's Basilica in Vatican City
 where the light of the sky comes through the windows of the dome,
 connecting worshippers to heaven itself.

Along the Italian Cinque-Terre, ancient chandeliers hang in the town church of Monterosso.
In scale with the interior, its series of chandeliers gives the sanctuary the intimacy and warmth of home.

Sun shines through the leaded glass windows that open the Sheffield Cathedral
 to the outside world in England.
Photo: Courtesy of my blog friend, Linda at Seven Hills.

Sir Christopher Wren lit St. Paul's Cathedral in London
with a massive dome of heaven-sent light.

At St. Stephan's Cathedral in Mainz, Germany,
Marc Chagall stained the windows behind the altar with color.

Are you still with me?
Thanks for indulging me in this little reverie...:)