The image of your print is stunning and speaks so eloquently to this post, Ann. My daughter-in-law teases me that my favorite subject is aging and dying with grace. She lost a younger sister, so she already knows the weight of loss and the necessity of living with joy.
Thank you, Paulette. I am new to cyanotyoe, but I lone the way this one came out. In person, the blue is amazing--deep and bold and beautiful. I go to bed to it and I wake up to it. Thanks you for sharing your thoughts about my post.
I took a class, Paulette. Free through my library, for seniors. We used UV lights. I just received some pre-treated paper that I ordered and I will use the sun! Easy and fun.
This was such a tremendous read, and it resonated deeply. What a proverb full of wisdom. May we move through our fear, and our grief, to the life-forces calling us! We are here for but a blink, and that blink is waiting for us. < 3
This evening, I noticed two typos in this piece could be confusing. I have fixed that, so if you were at all confused, you can read the corrected version on my Substack page. (There is nothing to be done about the version that was emailed to subscribers this afternoon. Thank you for your patience.
Well written Ann.
Thanks, Susan.
The image of your print is stunning and speaks so eloquently to this post, Ann. My daughter-in-law teases me that my favorite subject is aging and dying with grace. She lost a younger sister, so she already knows the weight of loss and the necessity of living with joy.
Thank you, Paulette. I am new to cyanotyoe, but I lone the way this one came out. In person, the blue is amazing--deep and bold and beautiful. I go to bed to it and I wake up to it. Thanks you for sharing your thoughts about my post.
I LOVE the way it came out.
I've never heard of it before. How cool to learn something new like that.
I took a class, Paulette. Free through my library, for seniors. We used UV lights. I just received some pre-treated paper that I ordered and I will use the sun! Easy and fun.
Libraries are the best. How wonderful.
Lovely. That poem recited on top of a hill for a yoga fundraiser for BEEC last summer convinced me of retirement.
Now, let us continue to live our purposeful lives.
This was such a tremendous read, and it resonated deeply. What a proverb full of wisdom. May we move through our fear, and our grief, to the life-forces calling us! We are here for but a blink, and that blink is waiting for us. < 3
This evening, I noticed two typos in this piece could be confusing. I have fixed that, so if you were at all confused, you can read the corrected version on my Substack page. (There is nothing to be done about the version that was emailed to subscribers this afternoon. Thank you for your patience.