At this time of year, during the Rosh Hashanah celebration of the world’s creation, we are encouraged to engage in serious reflection. In reality, we tend to spend a lot more time in the kitchen preparing big feasts, making beds for the onslaught of returning children, and setting the table. But, this past Sunday was such an absolutely glorious day that, in the middle of making the brisket and setting the table, we decided to take a break.
Joel, Avi, and I walked down to this year’s “stART on the street” fair in Worcester. The City had closed off blocks and blocks along Park Avenue to allow over 200 artists and artisans to display their wares. Live music added a joyous atmosphere, as did the aromas of street foods being prepared in trucks lining the route.
I marveled at the range and type of artistic talent. There were, of course, the traditional paintings and photographs. But, we also saw jewelry made from recycled glass and pocketbooks fashioned from hardcover copies of Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights. Quilts and tote bags made from recycled food wrappers hung from one booth, while garden lighting crafted from vintage teacups and saucers was in another. I fell in love with knitted children’s hats that looked like turkeys and hedgehogs. Joel bought a bowl crafted of a beautiful walnut.
Now that the holiday preparations are (mostly) behind me, I have had some time to reflect on the meaning of it all. The variety of artistic expression I witnessed at the fair demonstrated for me at a micro level the inspired work of the Big Creator. To wit: The gorgeous weather on weekend and holiday that morphed into a wild wind and rain storm and that returned to calm today. The hummingbirds that return every spring after wintering in South America to feed at my morning glories. The magnificent palette of colors that is beginning to appear on the trees. And most of all, my toddler grandson Max, a one-of-a-kind combination of genes, sweet cheeks, giggles, and mischief.
To a Happy and Healthy and Creative New Year!
Your inspirational words caused me to pause and reflect on all the beauty that surrounded my life in the past year. I am so fortunate to now live in the wonderful Berkshires where I am often humbled by the creative people that I meet who bring joy to others through words, music, dance, theatre and art.
May the New Year grant all those we love good health and peace.
Lorrin Krouss