My mother died 10 years ago today. I have been thinking
of her all day, and got to talk to my brother about that
day. The family who were there to say goodbye to
Mommy, went out for lunch together -- and for me
that happy/sad occasion was the real celebration of
my mother's life.
I did this painting the week that she died. Some of
what I wrote then seems right for today.
"Today I knew in my soul that my mother wants
me to carry on, to make art, to live life with
every fibre of my being. So I went into the garden
and picked this small bouquet. It made me feel
a taste of the delight I knew being in the world
as my mother's daughter -- a flicker of happiness
started in my heart. One day I will be fine.
them. Spread love anywhere you can. Yes
it does matter. It all matters. And you matter to me.
Have a spreading-the-love day."