This week a package arrived in the mail
from Homer, Alaska,
from my Aunt Janet.
Aren't packages and handwritten
notes that come in the mail
still such a thrill?
I'd much rather have a package or letter
that is handwritten
than any e-correspondence.
I knew this would be special.
Things that come from Aunt Janet
are especially meaningful
because they usually belonged to my Grandma Marj.
This week was no exception.
Three precious little collections were wrapped at the top:
cake/jello molds that I remember sweet treats,
bird figurines that remind me of our connection through birdwatching,
Christmas cookie cutters I remember playing with,
tracing on paper and decorating with crayons,
and then in the bottom of the box . . .
My Grandma's sketches and watercolors
from her Applied Art class.
Just last week,
some of her drawings had come to mind
and I wondered where they ended up.
This is so meaningful to me
at this time in my life...
the month of my one year anniversary
of being in business as an artist.
Perhaps more meaningful
than it would have been any other time.
I will be looking for the perfect frames
for my future studio/study/office
my kitchen too.
There is something sacred
about things created by the
hands of a loved one.
Especially after they are gone.
because of the
that was here,
that was shared.
I held her hand,
that sketched and painted,
when she slipped away from my life.
But sweet memories will always be with me.