Last spring, the founders of Circle Creative Collective gathered to do a craft project to prepare us for our first public event
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“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.” - Martin Luther King
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A couple walked into Nectar, mid-December, Nat King Cole singing The Christmas Song, lights twinkling around the window displays of fancifully wrapped gifts, tables and furniture overflowing with items from all over the world.
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At Nectar I witnessed relationship dynamics every day for 12 amazing years until I closed my last physical shop this past November.
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In High Falls and other small towns of America, unlike the villages and cities of Europe, Latin America and elsewhere whose thoughtful and visionary urban planners integrated the town square or piazza as an essential priority for the health of a community and individuals, most Americans must make due with stores and restaurants, the workplace and places of activities like gyms and studios to gather, exchange wares and stories, validate one another, see and be seen.
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“Come, walk with me,” Kumi said. “There’s so much more living beyond 4 walls.” How can I convey the warmth of her voice, how her rounded syllables soothe me?
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He is grinning, tanned, shirtless, thrusting a can toward me. In his one infinitesimal chance to grab my attention, this man has chosen to share these details: his thick muscular body which he is not shy about and might consider a kind of calling card, he likes beer, he wears a baseball cap and reflective sunglasses to conceal his gaze and any hint of vulnerability or longing.
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“When I grew up, we were taught to ask permission of the water, just to begin a relationship with it. We were not to run up to a river, a lake, or a stream, but were told to always approach water in a quiet way, to be respectful, and honor it.”
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Each morning, as my mother does, as her mother did before us, I put away the dishes. I rise early to relish in the rapture of a quiet house before the raucous of the day begins. Whether the children, the husband, or the guests are sleeping or I am alone in my house, the ritual is the same. This is my morning meditation.
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I had a simple vision for our newest window display at Nectar for 2014; quince clipped from my snow-covered garden, their spindly, stark branches to be placed in a large vase on a beautiful hand-made dining table.
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At only 9:30a.m., a half an hour before I officially opened the store, a sporty silver 4 x 4 pulled up. Whoever it was sat in the car a few extra minutes and I used the time to continue with the morning’s tasks.
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