My days have been far from still lately, yet I took a few moments to create a still life this morning after putting the kettle on the stove.
The cat on my lap and the mug on the table.
The happy cat mug arrived in the mail yesterday.
My purring sweet cat, several years before.
The mug was carefully carried back from Japan by my dear friend Deb, and was mailed along with coconut mango tea and a warm note congratulating me on my new house. It was signed by others, just as kind, at a recent open house I was unable to attend.
I belong to a special group of creative souls assembled by writer Jon Katz of Bedlam Farm fame several years ago.
Each group member freely shares his gifts of writing, art, and music with each other, and the world beyond. They’re all fully supportive of their co-members’ creativity and over time have become supportive of the transitions different members have traveled.
Though I haven’t met all of the members in person, as we live in different states and countries, I feel I know many of them well through the sharing of our work.
As I look at each of the well wishers’ names, I wonder how many of them I’d recognize anyway from their unique and creative styles of handwriting, poetic words written, and loving hearts drawn.
So many of them have shared blessings with me in the card and I see one member, Donna, added, “I wish you all the happiness your heart can hold”.
Well, Donna, I believe it’s already overflowing with the loving card, comments, and my happy cat mug.
I get up to tend to my whistling tea kettle.
And I smile, knowing I’m whistling as well.