Sharing

Sharing isn’t just for kindergartners. It’s the basis of just about everything that makes life worth living. In this age of “ME”, those people who focus solely on themselves don’t seem to be getting any happier. In its many forms, sharing appears to be the win-win proposition. The person sharing and the person receiving both are enriched.

I am fortunate to be surrounded by friends and family all of whom eagerly share stories, books, food and suggestions on places to see, travel or explore. I am grateful to everyone who passes their knowledge along. “Have you read?”, “Have you seen?” or “I think you would like” are all words I love to hear. At the heart of all this sharing is the ultimate gift of time.

So thanks to all of you who take the time to send along all the newspaper clippings, posts, pictures, letters, cartoons, recipes and sometimes actual stuff (like a dead tropical spider found on a banana at the grocery store or an empty blue glass bottle).

A friend recently told me about a gallery show she thought I might enjoy. Since the gallery is in an industrial area with no signage on the outside of the building, I never would have found it by myself. Now I would like to share (with permission) some of the joyful artworks at the exhibit, The Secret Garden, at The Warehouse in Milwaukee. It’s a feast for winter weary eyes.

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