The small man
Builds cages for everyone
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
The word Sage has popped up several times in the last few weeks, and like a mantra, it’s been on my mind.
1. Beau’s childhood “sister” Stefanie (his mom nannied her and her sister) had her first baby, a little girl named Sage. Sage! Isn’t that the best name? I love how it has double meaning. Soft leaves and soft heart. How can you not go through life with a knowing smile with a name like that? (I made the above painting for her).
2. Rachel gave me one of the best compliments ever, and I’ve been using in self affirmations, “You are a sage, a bright spot, a pixie, a flower!” It made me want to fly out the window into a cherry tree and let bird song chirp out of my chest.
3. I discovered purple sage for the first time. It makes me so happy!
4. I stumbled upon the Hafiz poem, and It’s been running through my head ever since I read it.
I want to be the type of person who gives caged people keys. I want this blog to be a key for you. I want my art to be a key. I want my friendship to be a key in the same way my friends have been for me. Why wouldn’t I share the secrets of flying out of windows into cherry trees? I must. I must! Chirp!