Thanks Giving
Saturday's Holiday Fair was, in a word, magical. There was Marilena, "the Greek girl from Turkey." Out of our warm exchange, her purchases, and her spontaneous gift of a Turkish bookmark woven with symbols of protection and good luck, I have made a new and kindred friend, and Love's Freeway will make its way to the land of the Aegean. There was Sunny, with her piercing blue eyes who matter-of-factly asked me of my work, "How did you recognize this as a calling?" Come to find out she has authored a book on the subject. We knew we'd found in each other a kindred spirit. A passionate exchange ensued which took us from the North End of Boston to the grounds of la cathédrale de Chartres with a few stops in between and tales of the miraculous shared along the way. Her parting with an "à bientôt" caught the ears of Marie-Claude and Jonathan, who had just approached the table. "Vous parlez français?" asked Jonathan, and I was off on a new
My neighboring vendor Stephanie has overheard bits of these conversations. She finds it remarkable that I remember where every photograph was taken. "It's a moment in time, not a picture," I tell her. "Like time spent with good friends, they are moments lived." I cannot imagine it any other way, so this "remembering" feels unremarkable to me.
I am sitting then, threading ribbon into new bookmarks, when I look up to find my sweetheart, who has zero time for a trip to the Back Bay in the middle of a densely packed working Saturday, standing before my table smiling at me. I burst into smile myself, and Light multiplies, or so it seems to me.
How do I tell of it, of being full of Grace, only to have more come adorn me like jewels?
Dagmara, minding her sister's 'store away from store' for this day, came over to praise my photographs and to generously offer a lead to a possible venue for them. Later, I would learn that she had, from across the room, caught the one line I spoke in the language of my ancestors : "That was very good Polish I heard you speaking over there, Katarzyna!" which delighted me.
Were there many sales? No. Ostensibly, we "vendors" had come to sell our wares, to provide beautiful, quality, handmade gifts to help visitors cross some names off of
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