Today's weather forecast for St. John's, NL was so fierce
that it forced the rescheduling of the annual Santa Claus parade. I didn't mind putting off
Christmas-ness, even though I will admit to having put an angel decoration on
my door–that had more to do with my version of sympathetic magic in the wake of
Trump's election to the presidential office. I figured I needed to invoke a guardian angel. Mine, as it turns out, is handmade by
my late mother.
I have been working hammer and tongs on a long string of
work projects. A recent trip to my
family doctor was only the latest of warnings that I should do a better job on
that elusive work-life balance.
It's been four years since I have taken anything resembling a
vacation. I have traveled with
work and even though I pad in a day or two thinking of down time, it never
seems to equate with leisure.
Instead, I get swept up in one more day of intense interviews, studio
visits or last minute fundraising or promotional opportunities. And that is part of the problem of
working on what amounts to passion projects.
This week something pleasant happened that stood out from
the fast paced stressful events.
The good souls at the Craft Council of NL passed on to me a handwritten
letter that had arrived at their office.
It was addressed to Gloria Hickey, (sometime reviewer) c/o NL Craft
Council (Gallery). It was a letter
written by a kind man I had met more than a year ago on my birthday at a
chamber music concert here in St. John's.
We went from being strangers to eating lunch together and speaking
German.
This new friend is a professional translator and had set
himself the improbable goal of living in three countries in three years. As it turns out, he wrote the letter I received this week while on board a boat bound for Duncan, B.C. What prompted the letter is that he had come across an
article I had published in Studio Magazine. The magazine had been purchased in the gift shop of a tea
plantation no less. "See how
your words travel" he commented.
He also came across a book of mine in, of all things, a legal library.
The handwritten letter and the notion of a lingering boat
trip were the most effective appeal for me to slow down. This Sunday will be a day of genuine
rest.