I haven’t posted for a couple of weeks, and I’m feeling sorry about it. It’s the longest stretch I’ve gone yet without posting, and I have hardly any legitimate life excuses for it.
Thankfully, my stats haven’t plummeted; in fact, my all-time most popular post, “This is Your Brain on Egg Puns”, has been my saving grace—and its soaring popularity has soared even higher over the past few days because of Easter (at least, I assume that’s why). So the egg puns have kept me afloat for a while, but it’s time again to start creating new content rather than resting on the laurels of the old.
I’ve been away from the blog, but I haven’t been away from creativity in general. I promise you that. I couldn’t get away if I tried.
Last week, for example, my husband and I took our study circle (which consists of we two and four delightful high-school-aged ladies) on a field trip of sorts to a gathering of the Nova Scotia Storytellers Association—at which some jolly and moving stories were shared, including my particular favourite: the childhood memory of a frightening experience and the now-grown man’s recollection of seeing a spirit guide—so that our participants could see storytelling in action, be moved by it, and learn from it. You see, the practice component of our study book, The Twin Manifestations, is storytelling: to learn to narrate the story of the life of the Báb and the life of Bahá’u’lláh. As we become more familiar with the material in the book, we hope to attend another storytelling event so that we can get our practice on.
Spring has been springing (on and off) in Halifax for the past couple of weeks, and the mysterious Halifax crafter has struck again. On a number of telephone poles in the downtown area (and perhaps elsewhere?), small wooden crafts have begun to appear, with a donation box hanging beneath them:
The artwork is simple and childlike but certainly unique, and I admire three things about this artist. I admire the cheerfulness that his or her art creates in public areas with its colours and baubles. I admire the artist’s perseverance; I saw these around town last year as well, but by the end of October each station was in fair disrepair, either because of the weather or because of the haters, and I’m glad to see that the artist is back in action. That said, I also admire the artist’s belief in trustworthiness; he or she is teaching by example and humbly asking for respect.
In other news, I’ve been involved in the Halifax Baha’i community’s Ridván celebrations, which have thus far been delightful. In an upcoming post, I’ll share what I can about my 2011 Ridván experience in Halifax (with videos of cute kids and everything!).
Until then, toodle-oo!