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with my seesters! This is the fourth get together we’ve had with our group, and I have to tell you that I love these gals more & more every time we spend time together. We come from all walks of life, yet when we get together – the only thing that is important is sharing, laughing and loving this life of ours.
So at the ceramic shop, we drank wine, and sampled appetizers while we shopped from at least 200+ bisque pieces to paint. A coffee mug?…. a plate?... a bowl? Hmmm….. What to choose? I walk around the room several times, wine in hand, trying to decide just what to do – and then I see it. A hand and I chuckle thinking back to conversations that myDarlin’Robert Kenui Pope and I had about these very types of hands.
A bright yellow hand sits upon a shelf in the office, and a black hand appears to be coming from the wall - grabbing the top of the TV. I see the hands in the antique store often, and had said at one point that I wanted to line the ledge of the basement with hands. I chuckle as I think about him telling me how creepy that was, then take the hand off the shelf and listen as one of the associates tells us about painting techniques.
I sit with friends (which would actually be any of the seats in the room), place the hand on the lazy Susan (I’ll never understand why they call her lazy as she can run ‘circles’ around us!) and give it a twirl. Three coats of black paint…. Where to begin? Ah yes, starting with the fingertips to the palm to the wrist I brush on the black paint until it is completely covered. The second coat became harder to complete as it was hard to tell what I had already painted. As I finished my third coat, it occurred to me that sometimes even though it is difficult to ‘see’, that we must move forward ‘trusting’ and ‘knowing’ that we’ve already got it covered.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. Psalms 119:105
And as I traced the fleur de lies on the sleeve of the hand, I thought of myDarlin’ and his love for the Saints (and me too, LOL!). Applying the gold paint pen around the outline was a bit nerve racking, and could hear him say that’s perfeck… or was that our daughter saying it from across the room? Yes, you may spell perfeck differently – but this is just the way that he pronounced it – and no matter how you look at it, it’s just perfeck.
We laugh some more, drink and eat some more, paint some more, catch up some more – and as we look at each other’s pieces we know that artists or not – tonight is about being together, about experiencing the moment, and that each one of us and our pieces are beautiful.
Tonight I am grateful for friends, Ohana, that celebrate the good times together and support each other through the bad. And I know that in seven days, when we come to pick up our pieces, the fire will have transformed them from a dull existence to something bright, shiny and beautiful that will forever remind us of this night, ‘just kiln time.’
#KeepLookingUp #JustKilnTime #WhoDat
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