Thursday, August 5, 2010

Why I love Artists at Weddings

I love guests at a wedding that take a little chance. And I'm not talking should the guest who takes a chance with having a third Long Island Ice Tea. I fall in love with the ones who perform their toasts in character (as if they had, had that third drink), belt out an original song they wrote themselves, or wear a piece of art on their head. Artists. They do that when they sense not only permission but a little joyful nudge from the bride and groom.  Here are some samples of hat wearing joy.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

8.3.10 Color Swatch

kraft paper brown
haven't i seen you before?
on the back of a cereal box, maybe?
you are humble as can be but
you have snuck up on us, haven't you.
slipped in the back door of our
never green enough guilty conscience.
i've seen the towering temples
you've masterminded for yourself
at holy foods,
lining the shelves and end caps
with the collected DNA
of every scrap of fiber
that's come before you.
but i like you anyway
you are as comfortable as a
molasses cookie
and as crafty
as they come.
-Alyn Carlson

photo from madame alyn's bin 
great news- RI Monthly magazine just gave my hats 
a "Best of RI"award in the shopping category.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Poem for Monday

Hi again. I'm back from a wonderful month of pre and post wedding swirling. My youngest daughter and her wonderful man. I'm so proud of B+A's calm energy during the whole shabang. In the last few weeks, every time I looked, I saw them working together, shoulder to shoulder, in an easy tandemed rythym. This Robert Bly poem expresses what I sense they will have the rest of their lives. I am such a happy mother of the bride.

The Third Body
-Robert Bly
A man and a woman sit near each other,
and they do not long at this moment to be older, or younger,
nor born in any other nation, or any other time, or any other place.
They are content to be where they are, talking or not talking.
Their breaths together feed someone whom we do not know.
The man sees the way his fingers move;
he sees her hands close around a book she hands to him.
They obey a third body that they share in common.
They made a promise to love that body.
Age may come, parting may come, death will come.
A man and a woman sit near each other,
as they breathe they feed someone who we do not know,
who we know of, but have never seen.