It has been a long time. Last year I wrote my art journal and put this journey away. Well, I am back. keep trying new things to amuse me. Little things like watercolor, walking alone on the rail trail, doodle a bit, or I watch nature. I read non fiction books cause I can. I am turning 76 this next month on July 4th. My my ...changes are coming. I can walk now. Ok, I can not get my right leg over my girls bike, so my bike is very dusty. I walk. New knees working fine. I am fine. Bugs, I am on the deck right now and a mosquito tried to bite me.
Currently inside at my desk once again. The bugs always win their fights. They have on earth for millions or billions of years ahead of us humans in the race of evolution. Bigs always win if they are alive.
This morning, called a young man from Fidelity. We talked. I had to tell him about forgetting to submit my 2024 senior roll over. I said the earlier take out of the fund was in January, when I was waking up my emotion after losing my sister that year. He was very sweet and said he was very sorry for my loss. He really meant it. We completed our task and he told me he had lost his dad six months ago. I told him that grieving is a long process and that your love one is always around you. I told him of the time I sat crying in the back yard . There was no winds...the trees and leaves were quiet. Suddenly my outside bell rang a short bing and bond. I looked up and glanced at the bell, and said hi to my sister and that I loved her very much and miss her. I told the Fidelity man not to hold unto his emotions, let the emotions out even if you are a man, which he was. Let it out don't be macho. It all is a process. It never will go away, but grow with you. I asked him if he tried to call his dad after he died. He said yes, he was on remote control and went to the phone, picked it up and realized dad was not reachable. I told him to be very open to not only being open to emotions but to be open to the process. /////////////////////thanked me for the conversation, and I thanked him also.
Yesterday we went to an old friend,s memorial gathering in a local coffee shop. Glenn knew him for over 40 years. His name was Larry Niles, the above pictures are Larry as a young lady. No one knew that he was one of the first persons to burn his draft card in Boston in front of the Arlington Street Ch urch. He was arrested, given the status of a conscience objector and worked 2 years in a hospital working with bed ridden handicapped individuals. His niece said he told her it changed his life. He never told one of his many friends. So there you have it.
