An honest read
and a new check-in for patrons
Everyone who knows me IRL would confirm that I am pretty jaded, and "most things are good" is not the kind of thing I usually say.
But I am aging and I am learning to pay closer attention.
We don’t even have long enough lifespans to name off every wonderful thing: we could start with the first rain of fall, the flakes of a croissant clinging to our lips, the feeling of rolling over in bed to a cool spot, a new pen, dappled shade of an oak tree. I ran two errands this morning and already three people have been kind to me for no special reason. There’s a lot of grief and, crammed in everywhere, a lot of wonderful.
This is the idea behind this month's art. It's not an optimistic reading of the world, but an honest one. Most things are good.
love,
Brit