You drawings so often spark some memory. Today it's of drawing class at Grinnell in the late 50's. I still have vivid memories of creating wheeled toy animals composed entirely of classic solid shapes in chalk on grey-blue paper. I, however, did not advance far beyond that and became a geometry teacher. Thanks for another bright spot in my day,
Me and my dog Zoey walk every afternoon. Recently ... end of April, one of her “buddies” died ... (buddy is someone who pets her and gives her a treat) For the longest time, she would stop at his house and wait for him. Only in the last two weeks or so, she no longer does. He left a hole in her universe that was heartbreaking to watch her process. People never leave us; they just melt back into the fabric of our lives.
I'm so sorry to hear about Zoey's loss. It is sometimes people that are not big factors in our lives that can leave a strong impression. I hope Zoey can find another buddy like her. And yes, they never leave, do they?
Great share. I had your ‘style’ experience with one of your younger peers. Blew my mind, too, & helped me bridge a gnarly hand injury that put me on the shelf a while. Thank you.
Liza, in my view, creativity has many forms, and this deeply touching reflection is one of them. Jonathan
You are very kind, thank you, Jonathan. That means a lot to me.
People like Lee never leave you. They reply without hesitation when your subconscious asks, "What would Lee do in this situation?"
Yes, I think you are right. Thank you for saying that. His kindness stays with me.
I get sad from time to time. It’s good to have a sense of why.
Yes, so true. And writing in my newsletter helped me find the reason.
You drawings so often spark some memory. Today it's of drawing class at Grinnell in the late 50's. I still have vivid memories of creating wheeled toy animals composed entirely of classic solid shapes in chalk on grey-blue paper. I, however, did not advance far beyond that and became a geometry teacher. Thanks for another bright spot in my day,
What a great memory! I am glad my drawings do that for you sometimes. Really. And for your kind words.
Me and my dog Zoey walk every afternoon. Recently ... end of April, one of her “buddies” died ... (buddy is someone who pets her and gives her a treat) For the longest time, she would stop at his house and wait for him. Only in the last two weeks or so, she no longer does. He left a hole in her universe that was heartbreaking to watch her process. People never leave us; they just melt back into the fabric of our lives.
I'm so sorry to hear about Zoey's loss. It is sometimes people that are not big factors in our lives that can leave a strong impression. I hope Zoey can find another buddy like her. And yes, they never leave, do they?
This is why we're here, Liza. You allow emotion to flow through you onto the page so that we may feel it too.
Thank you. That is a wonderful thing to hear and I will continue to do that with your encouragement. Thank you, thank you.
❤️
In her major league debut she faced the editorial equivalents of Sandy Koufax and Mariano Rivera. She’s entitled to a day out of the rotation.
Mariano Rivera! My hero! He was/is wonderful. Elegant and powerful. Thank you:)
Great share. I had your ‘style’ experience with one of your younger peers. Blew my mind, too, & helped me bridge a gnarly hand injury that put me on the shelf a while. Thank you.
Grief has its own schedule, and it can summon you to mourning at any time. Surrender. You need to feel it.
Thank you, Peter. I am.