This essay warms my heart. Just today I was walking along the Wissahickon creek in Philadelphia, where the houses and dirt sparkle with Wissahickon Schist. Thank you for this gift, the timing, the sparkle. Now read Elizabeth Alexander's poem, "Praise Song for the Day." It was commissioned for Obama's first inauguration but this line:
My dearest Jason. That party at New Years Eve in your house remains one of my fondest memories from the pre-pandemic era. We were so innocent back then!! I remember you looking so dashing and so fancy making drinks and chocolate cake, and the sequins and the dancing. And the pack of kids, still so young, running on the grass across the street, with the sparklers shining in the dark and in our pupils. I remember feeling teary eyed. My heart was aching. Too much beauty! I love this story. And I love you my friend ❤️
i find mica on the dirt roads here in tiny glistening surprises. i keep them, after all only a few reveal themselves. when i make flax paper, especially when i add natural indigo, sometimes i add these precious bits. they sparkle the paper a bit, more, they sparkle me as i bind them. like the fern dust i put into dye bundles, they are a secret that the maker knows, and if the holder guesses, much richer is the story. mica is a tiny window into the heart of the paper.
I’m pretty sure you gifted me mica at that exact restaurant and I made my very first ink tests ever , in your presence of all things, that day which is seemingly so odd as I have been the peripheral bystander gazing. That disco ball image is the best, no surprise. HNY JL. It’s the year of double two’s and a transformational time….thank you always for the inspiration.
This essay warms my heart. Just today I was walking along the Wissahickon creek in Philadelphia, where the houses and dirt sparkle with Wissahickon Schist. Thank you for this gift, the timing, the sparkle. Now read Elizabeth Alexander's poem, "Praise Song for the Day." It was commissioned for Obama's first inauguration but this line:
"In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air,
any thing can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp."
My dearest Jason. That party at New Years Eve in your house remains one of my fondest memories from the pre-pandemic era. We were so innocent back then!! I remember you looking so dashing and so fancy making drinks and chocolate cake, and the sequins and the dancing. And the pack of kids, still so young, running on the grass across the street, with the sparklers shining in the dark and in our pupils. I remember feeling teary eyed. My heart was aching. Too much beauty! I love this story. And I love you my friend ❤️
Lovely ideas sparkling. I have a small disco ball in my garden and on a sunny day, lovely light beams sparkle, even in winter.
i find mica on the dirt roads here in tiny glistening surprises. i keep them, after all only a few reveal themselves. when i make flax paper, especially when i add natural indigo, sometimes i add these precious bits. they sparkle the paper a bit, more, they sparkle me as i bind them. like the fern dust i put into dye bundles, they are a secret that the maker knows, and if the holder guesses, much richer is the story. mica is a tiny window into the heart of the paper.
beautiful share, I love glitter and was reminded of those Easter eggs I died with red wine last year sparkling so magically! I am also reminded of the German town Nördlingen embedded with tiny diamonds... https://www.smithsonianmag.com/travel/german-town-contains-millions-diamonds-180961467/
Your a gifted rich story teller thanks you for sharing these wonderful memories
Intrigued by that disco ball in the street photo so some detective work I find it is Dorothy Calvert, a music industry entrepreneur, in Southampton, England, 1958 https://20thcenturygirls.tumblr.com/post/20165404715/dorothy-calvert-lowering-a-crystal-ball-that-was
I’m pretty sure you gifted me mica at that exact restaurant and I made my very first ink tests ever , in your presence of all things, that day which is seemingly so odd as I have been the peripheral bystander gazing. That disco ball image is the best, no surprise. HNY JL. It’s the year of double two’s and a transformational time….thank you always for the inspiration.