Each Saturday I focus on a different artist that I admire. From potters to painters, chefs to collectors, seamstress to songwriters, lifestyle to lovers... anyone who set the paintbrush, pastry brush, hands and heart on fire to create.
Those who inspire art to flow where it may.
My Godmother Mary is an amazing woman, her heart is golden, and her bones ivory. Her home is a sanctuary where darkness has no room. When she embraces me I know the meaning of heaven on earth.
Mary collects feelings, weaving them into soft spots. Her ear is ready to listen far into the night. When I am with her there is no other place I would rather be, she captivates my imagination and makes me laugh.
Seldom does anyone leave her home empty handed. I leave with a car full, and a spirit that soars.
If I could spend a million years with her I would never know boredom, and I am not exaggerating. She is just too good to be true.
Certainly the day she was born earth was a better place, heaven touched the ground and sang. My Godmother shares abundantly, she doesn't know the word selfish, she puts everyone on a throne.
I haven't had tea in the same cup twice. Mary finds her treasures at yard sales. She told me she cannot leave anything behind, especially if it is chipped or cracked. I believe Mary knows that being broken is being made whole.
You might say pink is Mary.
Rosy and True. Her beauty stems from caring for others. She has a knack for unfolding people's pain and given them a bundle of courage to carry on. Mary has a healing touch.
My Godmother is a creative, artistic woman, and she uses her talents to make the world a better place.
How do you share your gift?