Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually.
Maybe the desire to make something beautiful
is the piece of God that is inside each of us.
–Mary Oliver, “Franz Marc’s Blue Horses,” Blue Horses, 2014
Today’s blog post is brought to you by the autumn flower–mums!
When we celebrated my aunt’s birthday this past weekend–social distancing measures in place–I knew I had to capture the mums welcoming us to her home. I had plans to play around with them later.
I’d been adding “create something” to my daily to-do list for days, but had not managed to check off that “task,” so I sat down with my computer and iPad to “play” during last night’s non-presidential debate[?]. I was able to revisit the mums and transform them in more ways than I can share in one blog post.
Here are three of the 12 pieces I crafted. [I will share some of the others in separate posts].
Maybe, they’re beautiful. Maybe, they’re not. No matter. The pleasure was in the process of creating, not the outcome.