I don't hold high expectations for the new year. Me. The ultimate optimist. Grief doesn't magically disappear at midnight on December 31.
And then. And then, the most despicable piece of crap on the planet will set out to destroy everything. Sigh.
On a lighter note, the unpacking continues. I have found my solitary blue ribbon, won for my loom painting. And I found some of my son's 'artwork' from pre-school. Yes, 50 some years ago. I chose a few to commemorate with photos:
Next, I have numerous studio umbrellas/stands. Not sure what to do with them as I doubt most Goodwill shoppers would have use for them.
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Grief is an individual path in time and pain. I will pray and follow you through this coming year. There seems to be small nuggets in this unpacking you are going through. Who knows, It may be good in the processing of grief. I'm hoping you continue this blogging experience and the art you seem to enjoy. Thank you for your friendship over these several years!
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