Meditation on Sara Hindmarch
This is part of a series of posts about people from whom I am learning. I’d originally saved this post for last, but I think I may keep the feature going, writing others as I am inspired to do so. Still, this was the hardest one to write:
Sara Young Hindmarch is adroit. Her photographs make me jealous. Her hand-made crafts boggle me. When she writes, she is clear and confident and funny. She sets her mind to something and she makes it happen. She embodies patience and exhibits generosity. When I waver, she is steady. She does right. She gives off light. I’d be lost in dark woods without her; I might well be dead, eaten by some grue. Would that I could learn her diligence and patience, her responsibility and dedication, we could levitate above the mud. We could craft houses and light new stars. We could feed everyone we love and fix all that ails us. Would that I could learn her ways. I promise to try.
This is like a wonderful pre-Valentine’s Day gift to everyone. Kudos!
PS: I’m totally buying a “Magic Hat no.9 Beer Box Book”. And that “Custom Scrabble Journal” is verrrrrry tempting. Damn.
Thanks, Guy!
So you know, that custom Scrabble journal listing is a placeholder — she’ll hand-make a book with a custom message on it in Scrabble tiles for you, as long as she has the proper tiles and the message will fit. (“Word nerd” is a popular combo.) There’s no rush, though. She just got in a new bundle of Scrabble boards, in fact.
Just ordered both of them! Didn’t realize they could be customized… Can you tell her to do “loud poet” on mine? Thanks!
Done and done, Guy. Thanks for the order — I hope you dig both of these books.
Lovely, absolutely lovely.
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