Friday, January 25, 2013

portfolio peek

We're jumping for joy at StewartMarr that the Christ Church Leap of Faith has officially launched. Our charge was to create collateral materials, banners and a video, all to roll out an energized church vision and inspire parishioners on their personal faith journey. We started down this path several months ago and finished up just as the calendar rolled over into 2013, except for a companion Lenten Devotional booklet which went to the printer today. It's been a very collaborative process and every single person we worked with was an angel. Some projects are just heaven sent. 

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

new day

Few things are prettier than a pink sunrise on a cold January morning. Color of a balmy Bermuda sky, the silk sash on a little girl's dress, cellophane-wrapped tulip bouquets in a florist bucket. A winter gift.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

wintry detail

A snippet from the Writer's Almanac sets my imagination in motion. Inauguration Day 1961. John F. Kennedy has invited his favorite poet, Robert Frost, to read a poem. He is the first president ever to do this. Frost is 86 with a shock of white hair. Bundled in a heavy overcoat and scarf, he takes his place at the podium. He has written a new piece called The Dedication to commemorate the day. But the glare caused by sun shining off of yesterday's heavy snowfall makes him unable to read the typed words. He recites a shorter poem, The Gift Outright, from memory instead, then hands the original, handwritten poem to Jacqueline Kennedy who will have it framed and placed on the wall in her husband's office. A tiny drama unfolding against the sweeping backdrop of history. A moment in time that brings that day to life again.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

the envelope, please

What a gift it is to recall a special time or an unexpected favor.
Imagine a person you love choosing just that book for you, or exactly those earrings. The real beauty of a thank-you note may
be what the sender receives from it. Joy all over again.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Pot of sunshine

Imagine my surprise yesterday to find dozens of buds on a little Meyer Lemon tree I bought in December. The sweetest man at the Regional Farmer's Market brought them up from Apopka, Florida, and sold nearly 250 at the Southern Christmas Show in a matter of days. I got one of the few leftover. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to keep it alive and thriving, but he was confident that I could with just sunshine and water. So far, so good. I can't begin to say how nice it is to have a tiny bit of Florida (and Italy!) here in the house. My very own miniature citrus grove. I'll keep you posted on our progress.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

make a wish

January is the Monday of months. Get your house in order, it whispers, even as the champagne bubbles settle. It's piles of paperwork and an accountant awaiting numbers. A time for de-decorating, de-cluttering and a diet full of citrus and salmon. If February is a sonnet, then January is three spare lines of haiku with layers of meaning and not a word wasted. In the stillness and cold sunshine, all distraction diminished, wishes bubble quietly up from the soul. Gift of a new year.

Friday, January 4, 2013

sunshine production

Nothing says new year like new swag for the desk. Color is key, the more vibrant the better: hot pink, orange, lemon yellow, lime green, swirls of sky blue. And it just doesn't get better than something initialized (thank you, Mrs. Sam Delsasser!). Good paper, a plethora of post-its, juicy pens. Everything at hand to generate warmth and brightness, even when it's cold and grey outside. It's about creating your own sunshine.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

31 million seconds

You probably already knew this, but I just learned it today:  Roman God Janus had the ability to look back and look forward at the same time. Depicted with two faces, he's the god of beginnings and endings, doorways, transitions and time. Hence, January is named in his honor. I also learned that there are about 31 million seconds in a year, scads of which have already ticked by on this second day of 2013. I'd like to live every single one of them not looking backward or forward at all, but just right smack in the middle of the moment.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013