Echoes of a Concierge — poem
My Dragonfly
The dragonfly has always held a special meaning for me in my life. It was the one constant that seemed to follow me from the southern region of the United States to the Great North of Alaska and back. Because of it's influence you will find it in my Art on Glass collection. I love reinterpreting the light that reflects from their wings. Today I came upon a funny little poem my husband’s grandfather wrote a very long time ago. It causes me to remember that precious dream state that comes upon me while swinging in a hammock. A favorite moment that never ages with the passing of time.
No Solicitors
The other day, I received the following email that included a picture attached>
“Hello: I am interested in reproducing this tile (or something very similar, same words, similar style...I like the "face" design) for a friend of mine...the one you see here is broken. The one pictured here is about 6” x 6”. I'm not in any hurry. Is this possible, and if so, what would the cost be? Thanks!”
Winds of Change
We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies
~ Emily Dickinson ~