These two eternal lovers are linked to the red rose for me. Woman and man in their nakedness, open to the world, bound to each other by their agape love, the highest form. The rose symbol of life and death. It's all here for me.
Thursday, April 21, 2016
There are such good winds blowing from the West in this direction, across the ocean. I feel so honored to know stronge, courageous Hilltown women like Katy Eiseman, Polly Ryan and Rosemary Wessel. They just keep pushing on, keeping the pipeline and Kinder Morgen out.
And for my daughter-in-law, Joy, who saw a future food in a horseradish plant we put in probably 6 years ago. The Hilltowns harbor very special people.
Will I still be able to manage a stick shift when I return? Today photos of the broken bones in my left foot. Patience is the name of most games.
I want to paint today. Girl friends have given me beautiful bouquets. In the garden calla lilies white and creamy as Cararra marble are fluting into the cool Blue Dutch sky. Life is good.