Between winter slumbers, we bide our time until the weather turns palatable again. This is when my attention shifts to the cellar, where the creative process finds expression and fruition, near the warmth of the fireplace, on the mid-century sofa, ensconced in a fuzzy robe. There are several projects on the horizon, but not on any grand scale. In fact, I’m starting with the embellishment of a favorite coat for an upcoming Broadway show. Nothing ould be simpler, nor more spectacular at the same time. My fingers have been aching from all the beading and needlework, but the coat will sparkle more brilliantly in New York City than anywhere else in the world. (Trust me, I have experience with beaded coats in the city.)
There is also planning afoot for the multitude of spring events set for 2020 – a year of anniversaries and milestones that will be done in a quieter manner than previous extravaganzas. An anniversary should be a lovely echo, a reminder of the original but not anything to match those early moments. A diminished set of expectations lends for greater magic.
Still, there is a hum happening already – a buzz, if you will, growing in intensity and excitement, and I will do my best to keep it in check. The bees are still asleep; the rest of us are quietly at work. All good things to those who wait.
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