Holly had only been to my house a couple of times, and maybe read a few of my blog and facebook posts, yet she already knew me well enough that when she spotted this little Peruvian tapestry in a shop in Tennessee, it screamed out "Becky T. Lane!" to her.
She got it. She saw the thread running through all my favorite art, my home, my garden, my blog, and my life here in Wimberley -- even if it was only a subconscious glimmer at the time.
So, what did all that art have in common? Every last piece was some kind of market scene! Apparently I have a passion for ordinary people doing ordinary things -- making things or cooking things or growing things with their own hands, in a colorful, joyful way, then sharing the results of their labor with the people in their own community.
Now, if you've only known me since I moved here to Wimberley, or through my blog, you are probably asking "What's so unusual about her buying that kind of art. Isn't that what her life is all about, what with her constant yammering about The Bountiful Sprout and such?" Well, yeah, NOW it is. But not all that long ago, when I bought most of these pieces, my life was something altogether different.
Back then, we were still your typical big city suburbanites, eating mostly packaged, processed food-like substances from a big-ass supermarket, who spent their days trying to fill up their big-ass house with tons and tons of STUFF.
Perhaps this art crossed my path for a reason. Perhaps each piece was a message from the Universe or the Great Creator, telling me to "Wake up and smell the coffee!"
Isn't it fortunate then that those, along with a few books and people who were also tossed in my path, finally did the trick. I got the message -- that wasn't The Good Life I was living!
What about you? Has the universe been sending you any messages? Have you been paying attention?
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