I went to the post office and the grocery store yesterday, and everyone seemed to be in a bad mood. It was unnerving to push a cart through the aisles, listening to endless holiday carols, while people around me grumbled. I've always wished I had the nerve to break into song, or do a funny dance in the aisle, and invite everyone to join in with a hearty "Sing along with me!" I imagine laughter and loud outbursts of singing - just like in a movie. Perhaps I'll have the courage to try it some day. What would it take to be that confident and daring?At home, the onions were roasting. Hot from the oven, the simple forms and crisp, papery skins invited study. This season always moves too fast to suit me. Contemplating a simple still life of three onions was the perfect antidote.
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Your post reminds me: my late father-in-law, a surgeon at a Catholic hospital, told us of a nun who was a nurse in the emergency room, and who, after a busy Christmas eve in the E.R, treating many knifing and shooting wounds, was heard to say, "Thank God that Christmas only comes but once a year!" This season seems to bring out the worst in people—as well as the best. By all means dance & sing in the aisles. It couldn't hurt.
Love your pictures!
Luscious-looking onions, I can almost taste them. Inspiring, as well, for the textile translation possibility!
As I contemplate the world today -- the holidays/economy etc.....I try to remember what I have control over and do not.....so I take refuge in the things that nourish me.....family, fiber, weaving, spinning, artcloth and cooking.
Thank you for the onions.
I'm also considering journeying on a year long commitment to take daily pictures --- but limiting it to our 2 acres in Houston
Louise
Probably a mixture of alcohol and drugs might help, but certainly not recommended! I don't understand why so many people do so much food shopping when we don't eat that much more over the holidays. Why not keep it simple, like 3 onions I can almost smell over breakfast Down Under.
The street just beyond where I work closes for the annual Christmas parade. I can always hear folks honking and shouting, along with squealing brakes, and know it is time to celebrate the joy of the season. I've often thought I should be on the corner passing out hot cocoa, but haven't done it yet. Maybe next year.
I want to do that too - burst into song. It's no fun singing under my breath and trying not to be heard so as not to be thought crazy. Let's go shopping together and SING AT THE TOP OF OUR LUNGS.
A question that sometimes drive me hazy;am I or are the others crazy? - Einstein
I'm one of those weirdos who DOES sing along, out loud, with the music in stores. Usually with a big smile on my face. I don't have a really great voice but it isn't horrible either....I have been doing random acts of kindness the last couple of weeks...today I WAY overpaid a lobsterman- here in Nova Scotia they are only getting $3.25/lb at the docks so the fishermen are taking their catch and selling direct- in parking lots, roadsides, etc at $5/lb. Still way too little- it's break even price for them. The look on his and his wife's face as I drove away (and they realized how much I had given them) was (as the Mastercard commercial says) priceless. I hope they get themselves something nice with it....
teri
I think what we really need is an acts of kindness blog where we could share our own experiences and share ideas for others.
These three onions just thrill me! like a poem somehow. keep it up dear. i am learning so much and AND enjoying your images. mary lance
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