On the feeling
But how will I know?” she asked.
“You’ll feel it,” explained squirrel. “Like sunshine, sweet and warm, soft upon your heart.”
“It sounds wonderful,” said red fox.
“It is,” squirrel smiled. “It truly is.”
Thoughts while making
Hi, my name is Mark Leary, and I am a recovering trash picker. Much to my parents’ chagrin, I was incurable as a kid. The 7-year-old towheaded me would slip out of the house the night before trash day and get to work. My route was pretty simple – circling the block I’d lift lids, pick and poke, and always – always – come home with treasures.
There was the one-footed Sacred Heart Jesus statue. A five-year collection of TV guides (*whoa* that box was heavy), and a stack of “This books belongs to _____” labels. There was a puppet theater façade, a high chair, and assorted odds and ends that I would either ferret away in my bedroom or – when it was too big – stash it along the side of our suburban house. No, this did not go over well with my folks, and more than once I had to hang my head and return my treasures to the very trash cans from which they came. #mortified
I can’t quite describe the sense of wonder I had when I would find something new; well “new” to me. There was something so exciting about the moment before I would open the lid – like all things were possible. My heart would beat fast, pure adrenaline racing through my little body – always an absolute amazement at what I’d find.
Wouldn’t it be cool if we always could see the world through these kinds of eyes – looking at things anew, with anticipation, with excitement for what was to come, and valuing that which we found? It’s a bit overblown, I suppose. But why? Wonder has a place in our everyday, doesn’t it?
The client who ordered this mobile asked for this particular palette. It’s a new one for Bubblicious, and it offered me a chance think these thoughts and to re-see the first production mobile “design” I ever made. I’m grateful for the reminder and the lesson.