My grandmother recently moved out of her large ranch home and into assisted living. Last winter was especially difficult for her. Even for a fully functioning adult, it's lonely when the snowdrifts cover the cornfields in Iowa.
This fall has been full of preparations. Most of them focused around the pragmatic issues of how - exactly - one reduces 2000+ sf of life's belongings to 800sf. We've inherited a couple sentimental items in the process.
One item is this suncatcher. I hung it above the kitchen sink in our house, just as my grandmother had hung it above her kitchen sink. Noah asked me, "why is there a MOON in a SUNcatcher?"
Isn't is funny the way our minds categorize things? When I saw the suncatcher design, my first thought was: When was the moon one of a dozen popular kitsch designs? The 80s? The 90s? Is this retro yet?
A better question: When did my thinking become too complicated to see simple connections (or contradictions)?