last weekend at a local music production
i was delighted to see my dear friend becky chinn
becky and i met years ago while taking a watercolour painting class together.
this gentle soul, with equally gentle brush strokes
fills my heart at every meeting ...
in herself she is a gift to me
as a classical violinist and teacher
she shares her gifts of music
and art with many
after we embraced, she excitedly asked if i had seen her painting in the foyer ...
go see, she said ... go see!
{the foyer held a gallery of local art work}
i slipped back out to look, but her work wasn't hanging ...
her little watercolour painting was sitting on a table
with a note beside it
the story on the note goes something like this ...
when becky was 10 years old, she had a little japanese friend
who gave her a set of japanese stacking, or nesting dolls
as a gift
time passed and the two young girls, now women, lost touch ...
when tragedy struck japan march 11th
becky felt a strong urge to reconnect to her friend,
to find her gift of long ago ...
she wasn't sure when she went searching
if these dolls had survived
her two daughters playtimes
but ... she did find them ...
in tact ~ paint still as vibrant
as she remembered.
and then she did what becky does ...
she picked up her paint brush
and painted lovely little studies
she made prints
and was offering them that evening for ten dollars each
in efforts to raise funds to help
the people of japan ...
her little friends gift
given to her
is giving again.
the seal is becky's chinese signature stamp
every day
there are gifts
about us that reach
further than we can imagine
xo
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