Tal pouts as she brushes glue along the edges of her beloved milkshake cut-out. “I dohhhhn-t wahhhnt to let it gooooooo!” “Can you…” Cal lifts Tal’s chin with gentle fingers, “… think of it… as sharing?” Nia feels pride in their quirky creation. “Who knew — we could make things like this?”
I really did love that magazine milkshake cut out. 😂
It's gone now.
Mailed yesterday.
This morning my Dad's coming over and we're crossing the border into Illinois for his Aunt Lue's 100th birthday party.
How cool is that?
I once talked with her via phone when she was 96. She told me about her work welding ships during WWII. How when her husband, Uncle Howard, came home from the Navy he became quite ill. He had TB and spent years in a sanatorium -- without the invention of Streptomycin he likely would have died.
Wow! Your accounts of family activities, related to WW II, tapped many of my memories implanted from hearing “the grownups” share their experiences. About an era so different from today. 🙏🏽
I’m sure you and your dad will be making new memories from the visit with Aunt Lue. The older song by Kansas, “Dust In The Wind,” sells short the human experience itself. Not to mention the effects our experiences have on future generations.
How quintessentially perfect that today’s art appears not on a post card, but on puzzle pieces. A grand metaphor for our inability to control our futures, which in no way prevents us from fully embracing our present.
Your depiction of the Muse community offers a look at how an emotionally intelligent community might function. Not like trained parrots at all. Rather the regard for one another, and allowing space/love for the others, to live their truest selves.
I’ll close by saying that this follower is grateful for the themes you provide for seeking and living in harmony.
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I really did love that magazine milkshake cut out. 😂
It's gone now.
Mailed yesterday.
This morning my Dad's coming over and we're crossing the border into Illinois for his Aunt Lue's 100th birthday party.
How cool is that?
I once talked with her via phone when she was 96. She told me about her work welding ships during WWII. How when her husband, Uncle Howard, came home from the Navy he became quite ill. He had TB and spent years in a sanatorium -- without the invention of Streptomycin he likely would have died.
https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/pearl-harbor-recollections-beyond-day-lives-infamy-gail-boenning/
Wow! Your accounts of family activities, related to WW II, tapped many of my memories implanted from hearing “the grownups” share their experiences. About an era so different from today. 🙏🏽
I’m sure you and your dad will be making new memories from the visit with Aunt Lue. The older song by Kansas, “Dust In The Wind,” sells short the human experience itself. Not to mention the effects our experiences have on future generations.
‘Twas a great day. I felt I was able to connect with relatives I barely know in a really cool way. It was fun.
Present and accountable (not in terms of a yardstick) but out of respect for elders in our families and their life experiences.
Learned so much!
My dad was by far the oldest cousin at the table.
I got to hear family stories I never heard.
I learned about challenges and triumphs.
Organic dairy farms, teaching middle school orchestra, and how planning a 100th celebration is not unlike planning a wedding.
How quintessentially perfect that today’s art appears not on a post card, but on puzzle pieces. A grand metaphor for our inability to control our futures, which in no way prevents us from fully embracing our present.
Your depiction of the Muse community offers a look at how an emotionally intelligent community might function. Not like trained parrots at all. Rather the regard for one another, and allowing space/love for the others, to live their truest selves.
I’ll close by saying that this follower is grateful for the themes you provide for seeking and living in harmony.
Thank you Gary!
Every day an adventure!
Loved this!
Hi Monty! Thank you. 😊