Saturday, December 08, 2007
Paying it forward
I try to pay it forward often, I have been fortunate to have so many good things come my way, it's only right to pay back.
In the not too distant past I signed up on Amy's blog to participate in the PIF that is circulating many of the artist's blogs I visit. If you get a chance check out her blog - lots of wonderful creations. The photo above is what I received in the mail yesterday. It is stunning, a real treat for the senses.
In addition to that she wrote me a very nice note on a really cool note card that is a photo of one of her other creations. Amy... thank you! It is truly a beautiful work of art and I'm thrilled to call it mine.
And that's not all! I also received a wonderful package from my good friend Jessica in Pennsylvania. Jessica - do you know, as I was opening the package and quietly thanking my lucky stars you are in my life - I actually had the nerve to think, "I hope it's chocolate". But there it is and there is was in all it's chocolate glory. It is SO good, thank you so much!
I had such a good mail day on Wednesday, to have another good one on Thursday was an incredible gift.
So here's the details for paying it forward:
I will send a handmade gift to the first three people who leave a comment on my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange. I don't know what that gift will be yet (although you can be fairly certain it will incorporate beads). You may not receive it tomorrow or next week, but you will receive it within 365 days, that is my promise.
The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog.
Leaves of Grass
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body - Walt Whitman