We never know who will be staying next door to us, it's like having brand new neighbors all the time.
But I met a very lovely and exhausted woman yesterday evening when she checked into the vacation home. She arrived alone but her children will be coming in from different locations in the next day or two to join together and celebrate her birthday and remember her husband and their dad who they lost awhile back.
I spent more time with her than I usually do when welcoming people, showing her all around the house, hoping to make her feel at ease. In the kitchen when she told me about her husband she did something that I've become very aware of with women and I find that I do it, too. As the words were being said she raised a hand to her heart area as she talked but looked into my eyes the whole time. So I shared with her that at the end of this month we will be thinking of and honoring and missing a dearly loved son, one of two and a brother that we lost within the past few years and how no, it just doesn't get any easier.
There is a comfort, I suppose, in this gesture even if we are not meaning to do it that feels protective to us, to them. So it inspired me to spend time in the studio creating more prayer wings, I love them so, and was happy to realize that we had no appointments to get to today so I breathed deeply of the leather and rubbed it good with mink oil and took out the basket of feathers and beads and found objects ... and smiled.