hi everyone.

Let me start by saying THANK YOU to all of you

for your heartfelt comments during the past few weeks.

It amazes me that we can make so many connections

so far across the world

and develop such meaningful friendships

through words on a wire.

I've been a little more creative this week

although there's nothing much to share yet but this.

A little hard to read with text flowing everywhere... 

Note to self: learn how to make your writing more legible. :-)

I debated whether i should share or not

because i know how useful life coaches can be

and i would never want to take away

from those who devote their lives to helping others.

I just sometimes question

how dependent we've become on external forces

when we really have all we need

right here, right now.

I guess a good life coach has the ability

to help us see what we have.

To shed light

where there is darkness.

Since i don't have much art to share from this past week,

I'll share something i did many moons ago.

This is my grandmother. Eva Doiron.

My mothers' mother. She died years ago.

It's an illustration drawn on black cardboard

with white and grey pencil crayons,

so rather than draw the shadows as we normally do on white paper,

I'm drawing the light on dark paper.

It's a larger format - something like 2 x 3 feet.

A tribute to Mémére Doiron,

and others like her.

My grandmother had 13 children,

so needless to say she washed a lot of clothes

and prepared a lot of meals.

I believe so many women of past generations

weren't given the credit they deserved.

Most of us would fall apart with such a schedule

within about a week.

At least i would.

She loved to write, although she had little (if any) education,

and while i lived in Western Canada,

and she lived in Eastern Canada,

we corresponded by letter writing.

I framed these few words years ago as a keepsake,

photocopied from one of her letters to me.

It reads:

"Goodbye, from your grandmother

who will never forget you."

Isn't this special?

She had lovely handwriting...

There's something about handwriting to me

that makes this more precious than gold.

Writing is such an art form.

So there you have it.

My 2 cents worth. :-)

Thank you all again for the words of encouragement.

I'll be back.

xoxo