When holidays begin to look like commercial endgames, and the spirit of the season seems to lack best wishes, what can we do?
I usually pick up a book, either to read or draw in; or I return to the studio to get away from the glitz, in an attempt to return to my creative center and memories of times gone by when the spirit was with me and I shared with friends and lovers. Making things was and is one way to find spirit in the approaching image of dark December. I hope I can find time to continue being thankful, as is the spirit of Thanksgiving, and to make something like cards and ornaments.
This Thanksgiving, I found hope in a review of our recent title, Brushstrokes and glances, reviewed by Tom Holmes on The Line Break / redaction. He was nice enough to post a favorable look into the poems as well as the design of the book, which, in all, gave me something of a small reverie. In the true sense of Thanksgiving, when we are filled not only physically with celebratory cuisine, but also a sense of being part of the Earth and the seasons, our giving to others, as our giving thanks, can bring us hope. Some say that hope is over rated, but sometimes it seems as if we get what we believe.
So I am grateful for this review and the sense of renewed spirit that it brings.
