I go through spells of being filled to the brim with words and sentiments followed by weeks devoid of anything to say. This year has shaken us to the core, so this chapter of quiet introversion has been rather healing. A friend of mine, a very gifted artist, shared that “there is a season for everything.” She’s not the first to say this, but it struck me considerably while we were chatting in her studio, flanked on all sides by works of art. Coping creatively with grief is the focus of her work. I sunk into her cozy couch, training my eyes on her eyes above her mask and listening intently. I do miss seeing people smile when they talk. Her laughter, albeit muffled, rang like music through the air thankfully.
She said there are seasons for creating, and there are seasons for observing. There are seasons of internal growth unmatched by the external indicators of progress that we’ve grown obsessed with measuring our lives by. This season I’m inspired by resourceful people and businesses who persevere despite the innumerable adverse circumstances of this year. They continue creating. A few have given me opportunities to create again too. With their help, I lifted myself from the bottom rung of my ladder and leapt into these loving spaces. Small businesses have the biggest hearts.
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I compiled a sweet little list of recommendations for Small Business Saturday. #ShopSmall