Yesterday I realized the show opens on Tuesday 5 September and, presumably, needs to be hung before then. I'd need to complete the mobiles and get them in the mail to Vermont as soon as humanly possible.
Oh!
Would my sister across town still have one of those mobiles sent as a birthday card a whole decade ago so I could use it as a prototype?
She would.
Without having to leave the house, would I be able to round up enough suitable paper to make five mobiles with 30 strips each?
I would.
Did I still have any of the spiral paper clips I purchased ten years ago to use as hangers and stabilizing weights, and would I be able to locate them?
I did, and I would.
Would I have enough white thread in my sewing machine?
I would.
Would I be able to choose peace instead of panic as my modus operandi for this project?
Yes!
One of the prayers:
Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the infinite peace to you.
—adapted from ancient Gaelic runes





