the death of February

writing something that made me cry -- if I can touch me, maybe I can touch someone else

finding out that my budget has actually stayed more on track than I feared

a walk in the warm sun -- best day for a walk we have had in weeks

Beatrice Wood passed away in 1998, at the age of 105 years of age, with the last 25 years of her life her most productive, creating work to satisfy a growing market for her ceramics, writing books and visiting with the hundreds of people who showed up on her doorstep. When asked the secret of her longevity, she would simply offer “art books, chocolates and young men”. [emphasis added]

I only today discovered Beatrice Wood, and I am blown away by the sheer concept of her. That one could reach the peak of one’s creativity at age eighty – she didn’t begin writing til almost ninety – and keep going strong right to the end, it just dazzles me. When I think of the possibility of myself still having another forty-plus years to create in, I am in wonder and awe.

receiving encouraging and supportive feedback from a friend of long standing

that I did remember to get more raisins in so I could have them in my oatmeal this morning

a walk in the sun -- I am becoming more aware of how much I miss and need this

stepping outside my comfort zone to offer help to a damsel** in distress -- and receiving a response of pleased gratitude instead of her being skeeved out by me

** she was about my age so I use the term pointedly

quiet moments to draw and to rest