Simply contagious. It is as if all the extra protons attach themselves to nearby electrons, even those of strangers.
Gregarious ought to be her middle name. She drives from the north to the south borders of the west coast and east a ways too. She teaches anyone who has an eye for artful craft. This is an annual odyssey. People remember her–hard not to–and return each year to see what new product she has brought along.
With her there is no pretentiousness. She has no patience for thoughtless people yet she will spend all the time it takes to teach a child who expresses interest in crafts. Adults too when she senses sincerity.
There will come a day arthritis claims the dexterity of her fingers; it is already working its way to the bones. I expect she may become road weary. If not, the financial hassles of buying, selling, tracking earnings and reporting taxes may erode her enthusiasm.
Hard to imagine her confined to fewer road trips. Harder still to know she may not visit each year on her pilgrimage.
So I steep in her company when she is here, phone and email between. And wish, fervently wish I had met her so much sooner.
©2014 Sandra R. Davidson