It's Nelson's 20th birthday and he has asked for an easel.
This delights me to no end! So he's getting an easel
and a box of Interference Acrylic Paints. It seems
that these days nothing makes him happier than the
act of painting. All throughout his K-12 school years
he drew, painted, sculpted, acted, played the flute.
And then it stopped, when his father died.
Nothing for nearly five years, and now it's back.
Nelson is back.
I bow my head in gratitude.
Amazed at how joy alights, a plain brown bird
blessed with the gift of wings.
This makes me really happy.
ReplyDeletehappy birthday nelson.... happy that he has reconnected with his art! grief is indeed very strange.....
ReplyDeletehugs, a plain brown mouse....
rk and mouse:
ReplyDeleteThank you thank you!!
That's wonderful T!
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i'm watching the teeniest tiniest
spider walk along my computer as i write this. so tiny and white.
about the size of the the head of a pin. white spider baby. every once in awhile it climbs up it's silk and becomes a trapeze artist.
T.this is wondeful anews and happy birthday to Nelson. I am so happy for the joy you now have in your life.
ReplyDeleteCatching up with your blog, Señora T, I am struck by the beauty with which you live your life.
ReplyDeleteLove, C.
foxessa: that's probably the nicest thing anyone has said to me! Many thanks....xoT.
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