For me, the faces of the artisans tell a story
far beyond the beautiful handcrafts they create.
Their countenance, weathered and lined,
their hands, worn, calloused and thick,
proudly reveal a passionate heart,
nonpursuant of money or fame,
though a few dollars would prove
that someone else can love a craft
the way that they have loved it.
As we walk from tent to tent,
I feel the hopeful, almost pleading eyes
eager to share, eager to show, eager to give...
A crocheter, a potter, a woodworker,
a painter, a palmetto scrub maker,
a poet on the stage,
a fiddler in the wings...
They don't eat by the money they make,
they don't drink by the miles they drive,
yet they breathe to travel, wander, and
live by their love to create,
and to offer a piece of their heart to
any stranger who walks by,
anyone who cares to stop, cares to ask,
and cares to wonder
how and why...
Weekending with Amanda...
Hope you had wonderful weekend
xoxo
