… working hard. So hard that I almost forgot I have a blog. Woops.
With spring break last week I found myself quite buried Monday morning — a good kind of buried, but none-the-less buried. I’m working on getting caught up with editing of classes for Big Picture, so I can post several new classes we’ve got planned. I’m working on magazine assignments and the floors and closets in my house — so in love right now with Marmoleum. It’s now going in my guest bath, laundry and studio. So colorful, totally green [environmentally healthy] and nearly indestructable — reminds me of what my grandma had in her 1950′s kitchen — updated a bit. Off right now to pick out a Dairy Queen cake with Taft and have a little lunch date. Also working on my presentation for the CK convention in Mesa next week — my mom, sisters and aunt Shirley are coming too! Can’t wait for that.
I’ll tell ya, my life is crazy.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Using a quote from Mr. Rogers on a scrapbook page just now. Had to look it up and re-read this excerpt from the book about him by Amy Hollingsworth. Thought you might enjoy it too …
"Just think. Just be quiet and think," he said softly. "It’ll make all the difference in the world." Then he turned back to me and said with quiet exasperation, "I just feel that there isn’t enough silence, you know, and I’m always asking peole if they can just give some silence. The last time I was at the White House, I said, "Would you please just have a half-minute of silence to think about somebody who has helped you become who you are? and the whole fancy meeting , you know, the whole fancy East Room of the White House, sitting silently, thinking about people who they might not have thought of for a long time that had made a big difference in their lives.
When that meeting was over, one of the guards came up to me all in white and with the gold braids and everything [he motioned with his hand, touching his shoulders], and said, Mister Rogers, do you know who I thought about during that half-minute that you gave us?"
"And I said, ‘No, who?’
"I thought of my grandfather’s brother."
"And I said, ‘How was he special to you?"
"Just before he died he took me to his basement and gave me his fishing rod … I hadn’t thought of that for a long, long time,"
The White House guard went on to explain that he was very young at the time and that the bequeathal of the fishing rod before his great-uncle died had a profound effect upon him. In fact, he wondered if that was perhaps why loved fishing so much and why he liked to teach the children in his neighborhood all about it. But it took those moments of silence — requested by Fred in the "fancy" East Room of the White House — to bring the legacy to mind.
I love it. I love wise, appreciative people. I think taking silence is one of the most important things we can do to make important, enriching connections in our scrapbooking.
Wishing you some silence soon!