I don’t want to grow old before my time and I fear I may have during these last 2 ½ years of shingles… I choose strength. I choose to stay strong, to get strong again—one day at a time, one foot in front of the other. I can already feel a glimmer of my old self returning and I’m thrilled.
Apparent or not, these pieces were all born of the land. They illustrate a period of intense soul searching and growth that could only take place in the embrace of this place I had come to trust.
Here he is at my feet, deciding to let well enough alone. And what a great example he makes. How much better the world would be if we could all rise above our natures, find acceptance and give the other space to be.
The four acres in front of my house recently sold to a nice young couple who are going to build there, probably next year.
Many working artists piece together livings from various sources. Most of us don’t make it exclusively by selling our art, although it’s what we all aspire to do…