You get a phone call from your friend who lives down the street.
You tell your wife the woman from Texas is on her way.
She arrives with two things in hand--- her most highly favored shower curtain, and her medicine cabinet door.
She tells mosaic woman to match the colors.
You cut strips of glass that match the colors. You make a pile of the glass in case more strips are needed.
The mosaic....
You draw a mandala and need to pick colors. You see the pile of glass you had made. You could put it away, or you can use it as inspiration. The shower curtain Mandala comes to life...
side notes...
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another glorious trip to Willow Creek Orchards... they still have peppers and tomatoes from PA! we also got Chinese cabbage, radishes, cheddar cheese, milk from pasture fed cows, maple cream, sweet onions, potatoes....
I am going to make bread tomorrow. I've been itching. Mosaic Woman has been craving.
I am going to see The Turtle Island String Quartet tonight play some standards favored and written by John Coltrane. Here is story on NPR about the Love Supreme with links to their music.
Searching for a cassette by The Cure, I found another memory from 1986: a sweet voice that led me down the road of folk music...
The album ends with a song that is sad yet hopeful...
Nanci Griffith: The Wing and The Wheel
The wing and the wheel... they carry things away
Whether it's me that does the leavin' or the love that flies away
The moon outside my window looks so lonely tonight
Oh, there's a chunk out of it's middle... big enough for an old fool to hide
Where are all the dreamers... that I used know?
We used to linger beneath street lamps in the halos and the smoke
The wing and the wheel... came to carry them away
Now they all live out in the suburbs where their dreams
Are in their children at play
There's a pale sky in the east... all the stars are in the west
Oh, here's to all the dreamers... may our open hearts find rest
The wing and the wheel are gonna carry us along
And we'll have memories for company... long after the songs are gone
