My 4th Grade Math teachers daughter's were in to wish their Mom a happy glassybaby birthday. They each purchased a single glassybaby for Mom. When they mentioned their last name 'Millar' my mind invoked the six degrees of separation theory and I had to ask: "Is there any chance that your Dad taught at...?" Before I finished my sentence their heads were nodding 'yes.' I learned that their gorgeous names are Caitrin and Aylie. They chose Red Licorice and Cabo, and if my 4th Grade Math is still good: 2 glassybaby + 2 daughters + my years ago Math teacher = a sweet glassybaby vignette.
A few weeks ago on one of those stunning early days of September that had all of us intoxicated by it's beauty...a customer walked in with a kind of joyful propulsion. I greeted her and she blurted out:'I just got a clean bill of health and I am here to buy a glassybaby for myself and one for my husband.' Her joy was infectious and when I responded: 'I am so happy for you,' I received the spontaneous embrace of someone who's life was just re-gifted to her, a deep fresh joy that I had the honor of catching a glimpse of. She chose, from the 'giving' pantheon, a color for herself. I believe that it was, poetically, Dream. She chose her husband Strawberry as he requested some sort of red, and away she went in all of her joy.
Endnote...on the places we travel. A wonderful customer took the time to include this message with her web order:
"I own several of your glassybaby votives. They were lifesavers during our recent power outage from Hurricane Ike here in the Houston, TX area. They brought such happiness to me each night as I would light them for our evening lights."
In warmth and wellness and light, Until Next Time, Nicola