Since I have been here I have felt like such a nothing. Everything that defined me was left behind when our home and studio was stripped and sold. It seemed like the reasonable thing to do at the time. I was moved out to an assisted living apartment that I am still trying to adjust to. I have tried so hard to leave that hurt behind me and begin again, but I have been exceptionally bad at it. It was the most wonderful sheltered part of my life and my love.
A friend of mine dashed in the house months ago and rescued
the unsold prints and other studio tidbits some time ago and stored them. She
brought them back to me today. It has felt like a big chunk of my life is mine
again.
The djembe, rocks from the Zen water garden and my work
bibs (although I still managed to get paint on just about everything) were
among just a few of the things that were part of my everyday world when I was
still Cheryl. They are memories of my amazing happy past and they are more precious
to me than gold. I have no idea what I am going to do with all of the art right
now, but I will play my (needs to be tuned) djembe drum while think about it
and remember all of those amazing happy times.
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