Each year, I travel across the country to the Grünewald Guild, a wondrous retreat center and art-and-faith community in the Cascade Mountains of Washington State. For some years I taught a class there called Soul of the Book, in which folks created books that evoked something of the sacred…
This is so beautiful. I am a little overwhelmed.
It seems a long time since I’ve made something tangible, and longer still since something tangible and personal. This little tea book prompts wonder from me—wonder, and hope, and delight. Little scraps given new life, spoken words given a cozy home.
I am homesick for my scattered friends, the close and lovely souls who would sit with me (too long ago, it seems), and speak, and love, and drink tea—and the thoughts and words we would share.
If you were to create a book made from the ordinary objects of your everyday life, what would it look like? If you were to compose its text from the conversations you share in, what words would appear on its pages?
