This awesome card is from Anna. I've run my fingertips across its surface so often that I worry that I might leave oil or lotion from my skin behind. But I am in awe. How did she cut the shapes so neatly? I wear glasses for such projects, but glasses couldn't help me here. And where did she find all the suns, and each element that came together so beautifully? The background?
That sunflower? I love sunflowers! Oh, wait 'til you see another flower someone sent. That blue orb was meant to be there, right behind that coquettishly-smiling-candle-bearing golden sun. Oops. Or is it a pious smile? Sometimes I have to check myself. Sorry. But you know what I mean. And the one in the center? Looking all straightforward while daring you to blink first, knowing you will.
Check the one on the lower left. Sister sunshine has attitude, huh? Such a pretty face. The jewels! The orange! Is that a mirror with the checkered beams? I have enlarged the image, pored over it, and still cannot tell. It's driving me nuts. LOL. I promise you, I see two faces. It brings to mind Janus. Just last night, an actor's role required discussion of the god. I heard, but did not watch. The television was on for background noise. Maybe that's why Janus comes to mind now. It doesn't tell me . . . Y'all know who Janus was. Right?
Well, I'll be danged. Looks like faces from two statues. Anna, you make me over-think things. LOL. Remember the photo of the queen and her consort? I JC spied her before I did. She sort of blended into the upholstery. I was looking too hard. You wake me up. I get such good mail. Y'all should check in often in the weeks to come. There is so much good stuff to share. I did the . . . Wait. See the big boy in back? Upper right top? Don't you just love that smile? Those eyes? I had to share this here and now for Susan, and everyone else who needs a little sunshine right about now. Bless you Anna.
Where did you get all those suns, dear friend? Surely not the same place I found my time keepers? I bought the peace symbol months ago. With no idea in mind as to what should be done with it, I put it away. Then, the NYT came with a magazine with nothing but page after page of time pieces. I lost myself. Zoned out. When I returned, "Making Peace with Time" lay on my bed. Yes, it's about grief. I miss my sister.
This isn't finished. The day will come (soon Lord?), when I will "Make Time with Peace" again, too. I know this will happen just as I know for sure, that the sun shines on, even when I cannot see it, or feel its rays. People who share their sun are some of the best people I know.
Look at the time! Good morning.