Small Moments, Big Meaning

At the Grundisburgh Art Show yesterday, I found myself in a bit of a lull. A few hours had passed without any sales. I stayed present and positive, but doubt had started to creep in, as it sometimes does at these events.

During a short break, I stepped away and quietly asked my mum for a bit of help. She passed away last April, and while I don’t talk about it often, I’ve found myself reaching out to her since – especially when I’m feeling stretched, anxious or unsure.

Not long after I returned, a woman came over to my table. She was kind, engaged and thoughtful... the kind of customer every artist hopes for. She bought one of my sketches and asked about my workshops. Before she left, I asked her name.

She said, “Mary.”

The same as my mum.

Something about that moment stayed with me. There was no grand sign or lightning bolt – just a quiet warmth. A gentle sense that maybe my request had been heard.

I made two more sales not long after, but really, that wasn’t the part that mattered most.

It was the feeling of being supported – in ways we can’t always explain.

Whether or not you believe in signs, I like to think these small moments matter. Sometimes, when we ask, life responds – softly, but meaningfully.

If you're feeling a bit lost or unsure, hang in there. You never know what gentle magic might be waiting for you too.