” If you know what you want; if you’ve made up your mind; if you can see it, feel it and move toward it in some small way every single day…it has to happen.” The Universe
Today I am celebrating my 33rd anniversary of recovery from breast cancer. When I left my home in DeRidder, Louisiana headed for surgery in New Orleans in late January of 1982 the daffodils by the front door were just about an inch high. As a glanced at the little green shoots, I wondered if I would ever see them bloom again and if I would have the opportunity to raise my young daughters. Now 33 years later I have the opportunity to purchase fresh daffodils to mark and marvel as so many additional years of life. My daughters are grown and parents of amazing teenagers of their own.
A pot of King Alfred daffodils graces the living room of my present home in Kingwood, Texas. It is a lovely day here in the Houston area. The sun is bright and a warm 75 degrees with a cool breeze. At least one fruit tree in the neighborhood is in full bloom and others are beginning to bud. It is about a month early for the arrival of spring. We shall see if there is more cold weather in our future.
Since I arrived back in my old home territory just prior to New Year’s Day, I have spent time in the homes of two different friends and now am renting a darling, light-filled townhouse. Last fall I spend hours poring over the vacation rental websites looking for a place to stay in this area for the winter. I thought, perhaps, I would ask friends if they knew someone with a likely spot that I could afford. This likely spot belongs to my friend, Carol, who moved into her new home in mid-December and was willing to postpone the sale of the townhouse until April, so I would have a place to stay.
The interesting thing about this particular opportunity is that the space was empty. I have been renting furnished vacation homes, which provide everything I needed to set up housekeeping. In this case I have purchased a twin bed and a bargain sofa and almost everything else has been loaned to me by my dear friends.
The main project for my stay seems to be to work on the illustrations for my children’s picture book. I “found” my art teacher, Thomas Cleveland of the Artist Within Studio School, when he offered to help me load the ottoman I purchased at Goodwill. I started classes last week, with lessons in figuring out how to draw faces. Lesson two is tomorrow. My “art studio” awaits.
I am a bit reluctant to believe that I can really do the drawings for the book, but having to complete tasks in class is giving me confidence. I know I want to release this book to the world. I have made up my mind. I can see it and I can feel it. So my job is to move toward it in some small way every single day.