Recently, I spent a week at the house of my 86-year-old mother. I was there to help her to clear out her home in preparation for an imminent move to an independent living facility.
Let the beauty we love
be what we do.
There are a million ways to kneel
And kiss the ground.
There are so many great things about being a woman of this certain age – what stretches out in front of us are our most creative years.
As a watercolourist and a glass bead artist I’ve been on plenty of art discussion forums over the years. At least once a year the subject of copying comes up, usually because an artist has found that their work has been compromised in some way.
Looking at my Dad lying in the hospital bed, unable to talk due to the recent stroke he’d had, I could only be thankful that some years ago we took the time to have a particular conversation.
I was laid off recently. It was something that I both wanted – and welcomed. But now that it’s here, I’m struggling a bit. You can read my story here.
By the time we have crossed the 60 timeline, doing housework is probably the last thing on our mind. Let alone housework on a sunny summer day. You will think, “There are better things to do with my time.” That maybe so, but let’s not underestimate the lowly housework in its capacity of giving satisfaction and joy.