Christmas poem and painting.
Thirty-five years of quilting have enriched the personal, spiritual and communal life of Jan Holleman, from Cambridge Station, Nova Scotia. Now retired after being self-employed in family businesses for most of her life, Jan, 66, finds joy in having more time to quilt.
“The Christian shoemaker does his duty not by putting little crosses on the shoes, but by making good shoes.” –Martin Luther.
A poem for Thanksgiving.
So I pull out the paints, one by one and they’re like baptismals. I dip my brush into each colour: the lemon yellow, the sepia brown, ivory black, titanium white, cobalt blue and burnt umber. I like how that sounds – “burnt umber.” It rumbles, almost.
When friends of mine go to the Netherlands I tell them they have to experience three things. They have to order a loempia (Indonesian meat and vegetable roll) and eat it outdoors at a market; they must ride a bike through the dunes, and they must spend hours at the Van Gogh Museum drinking in his view of the world. Of the three, Van Gogh is the most important. And I’ve been reintroduced to his brilliance recently because I have been reading Henri Nouwen.