I had so many other synchronistic moments this past weekend vending at the farmers markets. Talking with a younger artist visitor to my Everett Farmer’s Market booth, his enthusiasm for nature and yearning for a life path to incorporate it more fully, I suddenly remembered a fateful meeting I had while vending at farmer’s markets in my then-home Portland OR when I was younger and looking for the next direction my life would take. Gosh, it’s been almost 11 years ago now since I came home here to the Salish Sea!
Anyhow, talking to the younger artist yesterday, I remembered a conversation I had years ago with a middle-aged woman in my booth who was looking over all my nature prints and notecards and emphatically exclaiming over and over that I just HAD to go to the San Juan islands, my artwork resonated with her experiences there. Truth be told, this happened several times with several different booth visitors in the 5 years I lived in Portland, but that particular woman left the strongest impression. I wish I remembered more details about her! In my life’s story, she was a harbinger of the future to come, just as perhaps I have been for the young artist who visited with me yesterday.