Reflections
it seems one has to reach a "certain age"
before it is possible to really look back
see what is in the rear view mirror
from here I can see...
onece opon a time life began for me
Memorial Hospital, Houston, Texas
my parents Edward and Myrle
were thrilled another girl
girls were popular in our family
I was a little girl who liked to sweep
a repetitive process that has continued
throughout my life
not sweeping, but painting and drawing
something to be done over and over
once is never enough
paint layered over paint
visual expression has always been first
I grew up and married my high school sweetheart
we adopted a Son, a boy named Jim
it wasn't always easy, as no life is
my Husband's life came to an end
I had to find a place "to be"
I moved to Taos, NM
land of enchantment
there is magic in death
most will tell you so
always different
always the same
so here I am
on a mesa
above town
I can see for miles and miles
I can see "Georgia's Mountain" in the west
she said, "she painted it so often
God gave it to her"
in toas it is said, "Either the Mountain
accepts you or not."
and if not, you will flee
I am grateful the Mountain has accepted me
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https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com
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