It's a delicious thing to love one's job. To get up in the morning eager to get to work, to go to bed at night with a sigh of satisfaction. Recently in New York, I experienced again the pleasure of art that can be created out of a pocket... just a little pair of scissors, a sliver of paper... snip, snip, snip and you're on the way to another tiny wonder.
Between visits with friends old and new I couldn't resist slipping my hand into a pocket and drawing out those friendly bits of paper. Here a snip, there a snip, savoring the blessing of a delightful job.
