The other day I got a very brief little email from a dear friend. It said, "I am reading a fantastic book (which you have probably already read) but just in case it missed you It is Everyday Sacred. It made me think of you N".
It was completely new to me so I ordered a used copy which is always cool with me. I like knowing other people have enjoyed a book with me. I'll be seeing my friend tomorrow and will be anxious to hear why she thought of me, because it truly is a lovely little book. I have only read the first couple of chapters and have already highlighted the daylights out of it, but the very first thing that caught my interest was the bowl on the front cover and I discovered something new about myself; I have a thing for vessels. Bowls, mostly, but really anything that can be used to hold something else. I made a little game out of it and walked around the house with my iphone taking pictures of the most obvious ones.
This beauty I picked up at a garden show in Madison. It holds my lancets. It makes them feel friendlier to me.
These sweet birds were a gift. It sits next to my side of the bed and their nest holds ear plugs (a must for anyone who sleeps with a snore monster), my inhaler and anything else that I have in my hands or hair when I go to bed.
This one is on Tom's side of the bed and holds a supply of those soft antacid chews. Came from our favorite gallery in MN.
TJ Maxx find to hold mail and other treasures. The pinecones were gifts from Cam.
Another MN find, though from a different store. Holds the chalk and eraser for the chalkboard wall.
A Goodwill find. Notice spiral! Sits on my desk and gathers minutia.
Some gift store somewhere....hair miscellany.
A HUGE favorite and a gift from local artist Carolyn Repka. Usually sits atop the fridge holding fruit or veg.
These, my friends, are a drop in the bucket of the amount of vessels I found and I didn't even go downstairs to the craft room where there are multitudes and each one is special for some reason. What is up with me and vessels?
I wish I had some wild, philosophical response to that question, but I honestly have no idea. Maybe it's as simple as the fact that I just like bowls. Maybe they symbolize something important to me. Maybe it's an odd organizational thing. Whatever it is I kind of like discovering something new about myself, whatever that new thing is. I have a fondness for bowls. I can live with that. :-)