Observing the details of daily life
Threading them together so that nothing may be lost
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.
In this virtual space I use verbal and visual images to share the fragments of life around me and thread them together into an integrated whole. In so doing, I invite you into your own journey of seeing life with eyes wide open and naming what you see in a way that makes meaning for you and for the world in which we live. Socrates, the philosopher, said, “The unexamined life is not worth living.”
Disruption, chaos, brutality. Uncertainty, anxiety, fear. Where do we find comfort when it feels like the end of the road? There is no easy way through or out. Yet there…
Setting the table for supper was my responsibility for some of my childhood years. Five forks, five knives, five spoons, five plates, five napkins. It was routine. It was part…
Every fall, after the grape harvest in Tuscany, the fragments of the field are gathered, dried, crushed, and stored in vats to become, when it is time, a sweet dessert wine called vin santo, holy wine. The myth informing the vin santo rituals originates in the fourteenth century when a friar supposedly used this left-over wine to cure the sick. Additionally, the wine is often used in the church’s Eucharist.
Served at family special occasions, including the welcoming of guests and weddings, vin santo complements almond biscotti which is dipped into the wine before it is eaten. The last sips, with all their cookie crumbs, are savored as the ultimate, crowning pleasure.
I remember with joy an experience of vin santo at a lunch table with friends one delightful day in Italy. Holy wine indeed. A gathering of the fragments.
Sharon Brown Christopher
