I have a bloggy friend -- an artist, writer, humorist, nature lover, and general older-sister mentor. She can do lots of things, but she cannot walk anymore. Sometimes I hold hold her in my heart as I walk. She told me that she appreciates that. That's a practice I learned from Thich Nhat Hanh. He says, "We walk for those who cannot walk." It brings so much awareness to my feet.
Suddenly, I was startled by an uncommon sight. Just over the crest of the hill was a most vigorous orange kite zooming left and right in an unpredictable rhythm.
PS: It took me 35 minutes to get the images set in the layout -- and it's still not right. Is it me, or is it Blogger?
7 comments:
It's Blogger, it can be a pain in the you know where sometimes. Beautiful drawings, as usual.
I was so touched by your post I tried to read it to my caregiver, but my tears got in the way. Thank you for your lovely words and for taking me with you when you walk.
As always, I was enchanted by your drawings.
Do you remember the day we walked around the lake and saw those seemingly disembodied legs waving over the crest of that itty bitty sand dune?
And then the deer, and then the flock of turkeys, jogging along the road ...
I'm so glad you are drawing again.
Hallelujah, you're back - and I am so so glad you are - you have been missed and missed greatly. I am tucking Crayons into my list of caravanserais immediately. Cheers, Cate (KerrdeLune)
A lovely post, CAroline and a nice tribute to Pam. She is such a special friend.
I knew as I was reading your post and seeing your amazing drawings that you were speaking of Pam. What a beautiful sentiment...
hi there,
thanks for the very nice comment on my blog. yours is lovely—i'm glad i found it through your comment.
this post is very sweet. and i love how you drew that tree!
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