It’s My Birthday
Earliest photo of moi
My favorite art spot
There you have it. From September 8, 1958 at St. Francis Hospital in Evanston, Illinois, where my Mom sent me back to the nursery because she expected a blonde baby and that is just what I was not. She was eventually persuaded that I was her child. Thankfully so. I dearly love my Mom and am grateful to be on this ride with her blue eyes as love lighthouses for me.
Then, just 2 weeks ago in Tuscany, taking in the view and putting it on paper. I had such an art fest. I will share with you my collage-a-days, but until then, there I am.
What a beautiful, auspicious birthday…Rosh Hasanah and something groovy going on with the Moon.
I stand for all that is good in you and all that is as yet unloved. I stand for all that is good in me and all that is as yet unloved. Even those people in Gainesville…I send love their way and pray they will open their hearts.
Rain gave way to sun, then a blustery afternoon kept me in the kitchen with tea and comfort. Basil scents the house along with chicken roasting. Apples and honey on the table for a sweet New Year.
I am one blessed woman. So glad my Mom claimed me. So glad I have claimed myself. And so glad you, in reading me here, take something of what I have to offer.
Love, S
