These are lucky stones and scallop shells in the snow. These icons of summer, found on a hot day along the water's edge, set up as the eternal symbol of love in the heart of winter. Seashells in the snow. This is the kind of wonderful contradiction or dichotomy that is where powerful meanings lie. Or where art resides. Thank you Shiela.
I come back to the contradictions of being a mom. My original book, Loving Blind, Seeing Red: A Mother's Decade was built on contradiction and dichotomy. This will be the point of departure for further posts. And I love that each is inspired by the heart stone or beach treasure from some other stone collector out there.
I saw red the other day...for the first time in such a long while.
And Deedee and I saw lots of white. Snow that is, in the Sierras this past weekend...lots and lots of snow. Skiing in knee deep powder was fun fun fun and physically exhausting. We live in this pretty fantastic place where we can drive up into the mountains on a Friday night, need chains on our 4-wheel drive car, ski all day Saturday and Sunday in the blizzard (it was about 25-30 degrees out, ie not so very cold), have the highway closed down Sunday night so no coming home then, and then Monday morning, the storm abated, it was crystal clear blue. And those that had 9 am meetings left at 6 am and got there just a tad late. Deedee and I left a bit later...had In N Out burgers at 10:30 am and she made it to her 1 pm science class, after popping home to print out her homework.
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