earlier this year i posted about “living in the shadow of the wind” where
the time after a show is my favorite time. the busy preparation time is over, the workshops given, information imparted, items sold, people met, much talking, boxes returned, unpacked, put away. and best of all, bills paid for the coming month from proceeds of the show.
this is the time when i can “live in the shadow of the wind”. a small space in time of seeming protection from outside forces.
this time it seems though, that the shadow has grown shorter. maybe it is the shorter winter days among other things but even though the above remains true, the time i have to spend on lingering and seed planting has diminished for now.
there are many orders to create and dye for, proposals to submit, emails to return and more- but yet it was important yesterday to just take a day off and go for a bike ride, see the ocean, and have a little dinner out with phil. he is busy too, music directing a theater production for a local HS in between gigging and private students so both our schedules are limited.
a little about the show- it was good to see so many folks excited about the silk shibori ribbon. after a long road paved with endurance it is finding a home with creative types of many colors. it really is fun to watch people approach it at the show with wonder and say “what is it?”. ”i want some”, they say. ”it is beautiful-i will figure out something to do with it”. i love when it sparks their imagination. when it causes pause and wonder. i love it when women bring their kids along because children simply CANNOT resist it. they want to touch it immediately. my favorite thing to do with kids at the show is to ask them how old they are. it goes something like this:
me-how old are you?
them- 8 (6,10,12, etc)
me- well it just so happens that just for today all 8 year olds get to pick out a color and get a cut of this ribbon to wonder about!
them-(eyes wide and not sure… looking at their moms or grandmothers…)Really??
me- yes! pick a color-any color….
and then of course we go on from there and they wander off stroking a length of ribbon..