The following list is a growing compilation of the gratitude and inspiration felt by me, and others who have contributed to Beacon Whispers. You are invited to add to it. Each thing you express gratitude for, or inspiration from (sent in an email to me at fieldworkproject@gmail.com) will be represented by an object added to the beacon. Your words will also be added (anonymously) to this list. The hope is for the Beacon to both concentrate and radiate all that good energy!
The List:
wonder, my family, my friends, love, the air, the moon, trees, dogs, cam, my house, life, breath, my family, my mom, my dad, chickadees, diversity, tessa, heat, wood, water, cycles, my home, this land, sylvia, chicken soup, Steven for helping me lugging branches, my life, my body, health, the ability to think, food, the journey, curiosity, bugs, the sunset, full moons, my breath in cold air, fresh light snow, time, time on this planet, windy, temperamental days, hot water, the smell of coffee, Barak Obama, Barak Obama, Barak Obama, MLK, feeling moved, courage, space, saunas, sensations, minor chords, instants of poetry, moments of clarity, the mystery of light,the 'sounds of silence', lucy's brown eyes, moonlit sparkles on snow, visits to the city, my neighbours' generosity, trust, just being, lily, the delight of children, Ghandi, transformation, the possible, freedom, the incredible and diverse ways that humans manifest the creative spirit, the electrician that fixed melted wires in my basement today, observation's power, robab music, authentic exchange, forgiveness, time spent gardening with my father, people who grow food, that fat moon, the sound of wind in the pines that sounds just like the sea, gifts (offered, shared and received), the smell of wet, honest people, my nieces and nephews, being able to return home, the big oak on the hill that has quietly witnessed the story of this land, the smell of spring, delight, a moment with an owl today, laughing from the belly, the ear of my friend when i need it, being able to listen, wendy, the sound of bees alive (February) in their hives, hearing prayer flags flapping in the wind, a name, a calling, a job, carolina blue birds, water, sleep, fish, gentle reception, chewing, driving at winter dusk, curiosity about the unknown, tool store on a saturday night, tennis stars, dears always, spring winde blowing the back door open, forsythia that tries again, the hope of aligning paths, my husband takes out the trash, sitting in a pool of sunlight, the postman at the door, speech in confusion, sassy, fried squirrel and a light tomato sauce, dusk again, learning to say yes, trios of blue birds on fence posts, a river of people, spring wind (blew my list of things to do away), relief in my father's voice, what is a studio? why is it so incredibly significant?, morning light on a painted floor, change, surprise blessings, dharma brothers and sisters, gentle voice of understanding, the bright eyes of annie and elsie, my voice out of nowhere, losing and then remembering an inner ballast, strangers' thanks, recognizing fear of loss in another, voice in a phone booth for close to a decade, tara in an envelope, leaving old things behind, noticing groundlessness, something out of nothing, my mother, the smell of sunlight on my hair (and not having to wear a hat), parcels that arrive in the mailbox, anticipation of the return of a loved one, moments with a grouse on the road, finishing projects, taxes in the mail, my woodstoves, the expressive and characterful grunts of titia's runt piglet, seeing a batch of slumbering pigs in the afternoon, working with animals, enjoying the pleasure my dog gets rolling around on a frozen surface, watching lucy do her tail tucked 'crazy run' (the reincarnation of maddy), planet earth (the actual and the dvd), reverance, paths, this delicious spring wind, anticipation of redwing trills, tall pink clouds fading in an evening sky, the smell of horse on my hands, chickens taking a dust bath in the sun, the rain today that seems to make the birds all sing for joy, the tips of trees and shrubs 'pinking' up, collecting sap, good intent, the sound of redwing blackbirds, grackles, robins, mourning doves, nuthatches,piliated woodpeckers, cedar waxwings trill, the sound of a raven flying above, canada geese honking in giant formations (why the "V"???), the air coming to life, buds, mellowing temperatures, spring's arrival.
It has been a great winter. I thank the people who have contributed their 'gratitudes' to this list and to the Beacon in the field. The first day of spring came a week ago and Fieldwork's Erin Robertson will be presenting the spring installation in the coming weeks. Stay tuned.
