Dear Friends,
Greetings from Montana after a transformative three years.
My move started with a deluge of sadness, AND today I’m crying happy tears.
I used to believe there was no such thing as bad weather, only improper clothing.
And that I was too strong to fall victim to self-loathing.
My three more-mild-than-Colorado winters have proven both to be untrue.
As a silver lining, I’ve found the creative inspiration to send these holiday wishes to you.
May winter storms slow your travels, and your presents arrive three days late.
May you send your holiday cards to at least three people you don’t know and four men with whom you’ve only had one date.
May you accidentally wish your Jewish friends Merry Christmas, and may your greeting be met with nothing but forgiveness.
My coldest, darkest days have resulted in an epiphany: I create my best art from adversity. As I learned from the Bison in Montana, sometimes the fastest way to weather a storm is THROUGH.
I hope this story unlocks something in YOU.
Happy Holidays,
Elizabeth Kraus |
