By Peggy Sturdivant
In the last few days I have traveled far from Ballard. I have been to the Dominican Republic under the tyranny of Trujillo, to Selma, Alabama in 1964, and to Pittsburgh during the Depression. It was only for Pittsburgh that I had to travel as far lower Queen Anne.
Last week I wrote about being in a funk. Well-meaning friends responded with offers of special teas and sunny windows. Sometimes there’s just too much bad news in a row. How do we all keep putting one foot in front of the other? At least for me it seems like what enables us to face the world and find joy again is seeing events transformed by art. The forms can vary, from piecing a quilt that depicts family history, songs so beautiful that you don’t realize the subject is loss, or the book you cannot put down.