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Romance
I played a word association game with myself,
And now giggle at the prompts as they fell.
After all, romance and lyrics fit together,
Too many love songs make it so,
And my annoyance at that is ever ready.
But I still donât get the things called romantic,
Or how much they make me back away.
Some of it is just lack of attraction, desire,
What need have I for romantic connections?
Why should that be necessary at all?
But part is also, why isnât creating romantic?
Why canât a date be painting in the same space,
Working together to make a cake,
Putting furniture together and rearranging?
Why must romance focus on the together,
And not enough on whatâs being shared, revealed,
As creating together would be?
We gathered in my studio, seven women intent on creating things that needed to be created for my wedding day just six weeks away.
We chatted and laughed and munched on munchies and sipped wine and water and shared stories of crafting exploits from long ago.
âI donât do enough of this anymore,âone woman said.
âI know. I donât either,â another chimed in. âI must do more.â
And we laughed and created and shared some more.
By the time we were done, we had 22 vases glittered up for centrepieces, (they are each one unique and gorgeous) 80 crinoline flowers ready to top the âparty favourâ honey jars, and the workings for me to keep creating giant crinoline flowers to line the aisle C.C. and I will be walking down on April 25th.
As we worked I was reminded of stories of womenâs sewing bees and canning fests. Of women gathered around the well, sharing the happenings of their lives, sharing tips and how toâs, parenting woes and childrenâs accomplishments, aches and pains, joys and sorrows. In their sharing, they connected, made meaning and gave meaning to the world around them. In their connections, they built community.
On Saturday, six women created a community with me in my studio. They were there to help me create beauty for my wedding day.
I am grateful.
It seems fitting on this weekend where International Womenâs Day was yesterday, that we gathered to create just as women have always gathered to create throughout the ages.
It is our nature.
Gathering and creating. Sharing and connecting.
Thank you Jackie, Wendy, Ursula, Jane, Keri, and Tamara. You made light of the work and added light to my day just as you are adding light, laughter and love to my wedding â and thank you Jackie for coming over yesterday to help some more! Â My list is getting shorter as the days are counting down!
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 A womanâs nature is to gather and create. We gathered in my studio, seven women intent on creating things that needed to be created for my wedding day just six weeks away.