Love Song

So...I know this is controversial, and normally I shun unpleasant internet "debate" but...pretty sure I have the handsomest husband. ;)

Thank you, Christi, for keeping me company at feltie-selling day. I wouldn't say it was a successful day as far as making money goes, but it was fun getting to meet some very creative and nice people!

If anyone wants to buy me this shirt, I promise to love it and wear it forever and when it is dead and full of holes I will turn the picture into a quilt:

http://shirt.woot.com/offers/wizard-of-aws

And here is an encouraging passage from the end of Madeleine L'Engle's book Walking on Water:

   "Great art. Great artists. What about all the rest of us little people, struggling with our typewriters and tubes of paint?
   The great ones are still the best mirrors for us all, because the degree of the gift isn't what it's all about. It's like the presents under the Christmas tree: the ones which came from Woolworth's may be just as rejoiced over as the more expensive ones, and best of all are those which are handmade and which may have cost love, rather than money. Perhaps it's something like the parable of the workers in the vineyard; maybe those who worked through the heat of the day were the Michelangelos and Leonardos and Beethovens and Tolstoys. Those who were able to work only one hour served their gift of work as best they could. And, as in Alice in Wonderland, everybody gets prizes; there is the same quality of joy in turning a perfect bowl on the potter's wheel as in painting the Sistine Chapel.
   The important thing is to recognize that our gift, no matter what the size, is indeed something given us, for which we can take no credit, but which we may humbly serve, and, in serving, learn more wholeness, be offered wondrous newness.
   Picasso says that an artist paints not to ask a question, but because he has found something, and he wants to share--he cannot help it--what he has found."

Speaking of little artists...if anyone wants to read the complete Everyday Day at the Zoo and offer suggestions, let me know and I'll email it to you (only about 8 pages or so, very fast reading).

Finally, a song (once again, with credit due to Madeleine L'Engle for writing about love/vulnerability):

I. What voice will win the day--
Distancing and dismay?
But even you
Will be renewed.
Take heart when love says
"Trust me again."

II. What is it you have lost?
Everything love had brought.
But lost or found,
Love can't be bound.
Just when you reach the end
You'll find love again.

[Optional Bridge:
One hand asks for another--
But what if that other
Has a past?
It's a question of courage:
Don't be discouraged,
Let past be past.]

III. Does a heart ever heal--
Regroup, re-learn to feel?
If it can choose
Between these two:
Avoiding pain or never
Knowing love again.