I was sitting on my front stoop with a new friend, Gillan, when an old friend Elena pulled
up to the curb. I thought it was a little odd she would choose to come out of her car walking
towards us with a blue plastic dog poop bag in her hand, but quickly concluded she was
bringing me a gift; a little bird.
This bird is a tiny one, maybe 3 inches at it’s longest. So delicate and perfect. I love the little
ones, they work better with my vision of the work and in relationship to the other
objects I want to include.
I am battling with myself about whether I want to create an arrangement, which speaks
to me about honoring, or a just came cross appearance that talks to a noticing, a paying
attention to the small things.