Its early in the morning, both of my daughters and my husband are hopefully having sweet dreams while I am sitting here thinking of the blessings in my life and how charming my studio and Doug's garage look with all the amazing work of the artists just awaiting the opening of our second annual sale. The love and the devotion of so many people have made this possible and I salute Tammara, Sarah, Kari, every artist and all the volunteers who have made this happen.
This work and how it touches the lives of so many people and continues to grow in ways that seem so unstoppable gives me a renewed sense of wonder and allows the photographers of Soulumination to share their talent and their heart with honor and humility. It seems the angel babies and the work of Soul has unbelievably moved into the rock star realm. Through the kindness of my new friends Ashley, Mike and Kaya the work of Soulumination in now on the Pearl Jam website. I am so thankful to have met this family, their friendship and their generosity means a lot to both Sarah and myself. Sitting inches from my keyboard is a signed Pearl Jam poster that they have added to the raffle basket for the artist show which is now mentioned in a stickie on the message pit of their web site. You can see Soulumination's blurb on the site at http://www.pearljam.com/activism/. In the past I took a lot of ribbing about getting Soulumination on the front page of the sports section of the Seattle Times through the CD Husky Nation and the work of Alex Mercier. I can only imagine the reaction to this new connection. I am trying not to just sob as I write this as in my life I never dreamed that a small kindness would lead to such an opening of hearts. This type of caring means so much to our families and for me personally it prods me to move forward honorably, lovingly and with passion.
This morning in the quiet I am looking at the words that my dear friend and Soul artist, Babs Glover chose to put on a most beautiful key ring that will hold photos of the first angel babies, Janus, Lanie, Joey and our mutual friend Sydney:
"My lyre is tuned to mourning and my pipe to the voice of those who weep."
I close as always in love and peace, Lynette