It’s the Epiphany. It is a day, a season, I usually recognize with the creation of handcrafted cards or a small gathering. However this year, there will be neither. I will only pause and reflect with this brief post.
Before my recent move and its accompanying renovation adventures, I had planned to create cards from strips of gold and white paper and sparkling blue crystals. Maybe next year I’ll craft those imagined greetings when materials for their making are retrieved from cardboard boxes and my studio is intact, free of dust and debris. Maybe . . .
For now, I’ll turn to a similar palette but a dissimilar image. Here in the midst of winter, I’ll put forth a vision of England’s blue skies, golden yellow blooms and a winding path. It will be my simple salute to those who wind and wonder, seeking life and spirit.