This month of December brought the end of the 2010 BJP and rather than choose one word, I decided to honor all words. A word can mean many things to many people, it can bring sadness and happiness, confusion and enlightenment even war and peace. I've realized over this past year that for the most part I don't even think about the words I'm using -- they just roll out of my mouth (hopefully after having passed through a thought process - but sadly not always) and end up floating around the room. Do you ever sit in a room with a lot of people and imagine each word spoken to be a balloon which rises from the speaker and hovers over the room? It gives a whole new image to the words we use, the words we hear and the words we write.
I'm thankful for this past year of beading. I was inspired by the many other BJP beaders and their lovely creations. My heart sung when I saw the intricate work and the amount of time that went into each and every piece. Thanks to all of you who shared your work this past year (and the years before) and now we'll look forward to seeing a whole new year of beautiful beadery.
"I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything". - Steven Wright
