Two posts in one day which I never, ever do because it would be like letting your food touch your other food on your plate. But yesterday was such an amazing day. Damn mail just blew my doors off.
My friend Melody sent me, hands down, the most beautiful book I have ever been given. It is about plants and how they got their names. It has utterly exquisite drawings and pictures, of course, lovely, lovely beautiful paper and binding and in short, dropped my jaw and brought me to my knees in the middle of the day. I keep a certain composure at the office, try to, but I had to close my door for several minutes after I opened this gift. I*am*unusually*blessed. I have friends that I just don't deserve and my friend Melody knows the parts of me that are...difficult and tricky to access. Truly, this gift, this book is the miracle they talk about this time of year. I am in tears as I watch the sun come up over Riverfront Park; I have no words for how it feels to have such a gift come from so far away and to have it touch you and hold you in such a private, secret place. Life. Just when you give up on it, it rings your doorbell and Melody is standing on your front porch.
My friend Rod sent me what is surely an artifact of the American theatre. I received an fully autographed copy of the Playbill of Doubt, the Pulitzer prize winning play, now in theatres across the country. Rod just happened to have his own autograph on this Playbill as he is a member of the cast. ( Just how freaking sweet is that?) But near the masthead is the signature of the great, great Cherry Jones, the doyenne of the American theatre. sigh. Lord have mercy, what is happening to me? How is it that I am the target of such beneficence?
I am humbled and honored. No matter what you put out there and what you throw in, you always get more back. Always.
The 'Kan EWA