|example of light dancing|
not the piece mentioned below
Saturday we were at a very local show which meant our very local friends could travel a short distance to see us and many did. and that is cool.
A man was in our booth and was clearly taken by how the light dances about Mosaic Woman's mosaics. We chatted a bit but as is often the case, he moved on to see what else would amaze his eyes. (if you can't accept the fact that not everyone who thinks your craft is a delight will buy a piece... shows may destroy your soul). I eventually went off in search of coffee and when I returned the man was back and had brought his wife (also note if you feel both members of a married couple have to adore your work equally, stay home and away from shows).
But in this case they were both smitten and chose to buy two mosaics. OK, so that is cool. But by the time they left our booth we knew his story. A story about how fragile we are when a large wave crashes upon us. How lucky we are to have someone save us and as he said, how many people can say their son saved their life. How amazing we are in our ability to heal and recover in rehabs that know it is possible for more of your body to function, if the staff can get you to believe it yourself. How grateful we can be for the years after being saved to celebrate the good things we would never had known, in his case grandchildren.
Thirty minutes later I saw a man making his way about the show with a walker and knew he was a happy man, who was ecstatic to be breathing, to be moving. And that is a cool thing.