In my life’s garden my wealth has been of the shadows and lights that are never gathered and stored. Tagore
So beautiful and true. The moments that touch us the deepest or shatter us to the core are not the fabric of selfies and blogs. Even wedding photographs and announcements of births and deaths that attempt to evoke our happiness and sadness can only hint at the vast truth of it all.
I know that our photographs, our paintings, our words are only little things. A small attempt to gather and store and share something around the edges of meaning.
And so that’s just what this is, my little moment in a story-book garden with a book of poetry.
My fancies are fireflies, – specks of living light twinkling in the dark. -Tagore
The rose is a great deal more than a blushing apology for the thorn.
– excerpt from Rabindranath Tagore’s Fireflies.
Spirit of Freedom rose by David Austen that blooms in front of my studio (when not devoured by Mr. Antlers).
While real roses adorned our wedding cake, this vintage cake topper did not, although I’m sure I’ve had at least as long as my husband. Back in my giftware days I thought it would make a cute card and here it is in my studio, still whole after many years of moves and shuffling about.
Today is our wedding anniversary. Passages from Tagore’s Firelies were read at the ceremony and it seems appropriate to quote this one after fifteen years of marriage:
Let your love see me even through the barrier of nearness. – Rabindranath Tagore
Vintage porcelain bride and groom cake topper.