Drizzling with Diamonds

Hey y’all! As I’ve been screaming from the technicolour rooftops, I’m at the Sydney Craft & Quilt Fair until Sunday. That means those in the Sydney metro can come hang out and have a chat, but for those who aren’t nearby, it means there is a bit of radio silence this week on the blog. After two days I can happily say what a great time I am having! I’ve met lots of Glitterati (#selfiewithsparkle), cruised some vendor stalls, picked up some swag, and witnessed that amazing Sydney double rainbow on Wednesday evening. So I just want you to know that I’m working like a bitch, and loving every minute of it!

I don’t have any quilty, craft-work to show you at the moment. Instead, I’ll leave you with a poem by a very talented once-upon-a-time friend of mine, Amanda. It’s calling Drizzling, and she gifted it to me years ago as a reaction to our relationship. (I’ll be the first to admit that I could have been a better friend). Not only is it perfect for the weather we are currently experiencing in Sydney, it is also a wonderful reflection on the impact we can have on people without even knowing it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I still do.

Drizzling
It’s drizzling outside.
The piercing wind fillets my flesh,
and yields my boiling blood to frost.
I’m pelted with ice crystals,
numbed to the core as I survey the empty houses
around me.
 
I was on my way to Pleasantville, Florida.
(the weather is nice there, so I’ve heard)
but my car broke down at the end of the street;
I forgot to stop for fuel–
It’s my nature to forget things like that.
 
I noticed you left your porch light on
like you were expecting company.
Glowing beams danced in and out of shadows
and made me giddy with relief.
The doorbell didn’t sound, so I waited
and knocked.
No one answered at first, but you soon greeted me
with hot chocolate,
and blankets, too…
 and a smile that defrosted my icicled heart.
 
Moments later, both warmed and comforted,
I returned to the porch.
You kindly offered enough fuel 
to last ’til the next gas station.
And as I stepped outside once more
the air felt even colder than before,
 colder now that I’ve known true warmth…
 
and I’m unable to protect myself
from the rain, the hail, the caustic wind–
armed only with the gallon of gas
you loaned me.