Please join me on May 11th, 2010 Market Square, Portsmouth, NH at noon. I will read the messages that I have gathered over the winter.
I welcome your voices in reading these messages of hope, peace and positive intent that have come from all corners of the earth.
Peace to all and gratitude for your continued support ~ Sarah
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
"Curled on a sofa in a cozy apartment, I am gazing out the window onto the Bosphorus. It's a cloudy day, but it's warm in the bright and airy sitting room. I can see Topkapi Palace and the Blue Mosque, Aya Sofya and Galata Tower. Across the water way I see Asia, though I sit in Europe. Ferries speed between the two continents, fishing boats dance in their wake. A small island of a cruise ship is parked in my sight-line, little ant people walking swiftly up in their black coats or brown jumpers. Every time I look up from my little computer I am awestruck."
"Don't fret, the windstorm only unhitched one side of the flags. I've tied them back up and they're fluttering away."
So somewhere, either in Europe or perhaps Asia a set of Woven Voices prayer flags has taken flight!
"The beautiful flag that you had given me last year....is tied to a bush that produces the sweetest flower clusters in the early spring, after the daffodils and tulips have arrived but before the trees have budded. It's fragrance permeates the air as you enter the front door of the house."
Masters of Art and Healing . The course was held at a retreat center that was nestled in the Mount Tamalpais foothills. At lunch break each day, I would hike in these hills, that offered a spectacular view of San Francisco.
On my last days in Malibu, Lori and I decided to go to the Getty Museum. I had this idea that it would be cool to hang a prayer flag somewhere on the museum grounds and to document it with a few photos. It was a warm gorgeous sunny day. When we got up to the museum site, we sat in the sun at the edge of the main fountain, checked out a few exhibits and had an amazing lunch sitting outside on a small patio.
This idea began to percolate in my mind...this vision of seeing the flag floating in the fountain pool. Could I pull this off without one of the guards catching me?? Could I document it with a few photographs? Here is the story of what happen....more than I could have dreamed.
The pictures tell the story of how the prayer flags catches the boys' attention. They scoop it up out of the water it, read it out loud and then toss it on a rock. Later they pick it up again, toss it around and then carefully lay it out to dry on the flat marble. The wind then takes over and tosses the flag on it side. I walk away and let it go.