So, I go to the Framer's Market and I buy eggs because there are green ones in the dozen, a mixed grouping, and I buy a delicious carmelized onion soup made with all the vegetables the man of Screaming Ridge Farm has grown. He has left his high paying city job and turned to farming. No one owns him now; his life is his own---hmmmm--owns/own. The heaviness of night is still greater than the light of the day...searching for balance. We buy red cabbage caraway sauerkraut and Russian kale which has been harbored in the basement still on its stalks. We talk to a seller of Jerusalem artichokes; we are learning more ways to grow our own food and make our life more our own also. We want to be alive.
This morning I stood in line at the Food Coop behind a woman with a very full shopping cart. I didn't go to the express line with my small purchase of coffee and an excellent fresh muffin because I wanted this fine young man to be my cashier. This is Jonah, my younger son, celebrating 31 years today and my time to be with him on this birthday was our exchange at the register. I snapped his photo as he worked and handed him a plastic bag of simple gifts and the items he had left when last at my house. "If those shoes don't fit, then pass them along." That's how we do it. We made a quick plan for our dinner later this week. This mama will let him do his celebrating in his own style tonight with friends....seems the party was getting bigger and bigger. Hurrah for Jonah! Have a memorable and successful year.
I did enjoy the article about Fran Bull and her installation "In Flanders Field", written by Janet Van Fleet on Vermont Art Zine. Good enough to spread the word.