Nothing is permanent.

Like most human beings, I have wished for more permanence in my life and surroundings. I have fought change;  I haven’t willingly “let go” of loved ones who have died; I cried when my 5-year-old got on the school bus to attend her first day of school, and I fuss about the signs of aging that I see on my face.

Between the early years of my adulthood and today, as I approach my senior years, I’ve experienced major shifts and changes.  Both the joyful, and the painful changes have taught me to let go with less resistance, and to feel and show gratitude for simple things.  (It’s important to mention, that even though I cannot stop the inevitable, I do have the power to choose my thoughts about it.)

Like the proverb above, I think of myself as a visitor on this earth, and as a visitor, I am much more inclined to stop and really “see” things.  This is important, as a “resurrected” artist, I find that my return to art and painting is greatly enriched by living each day like a visitor.

“Nothing endures but change”   Heraclitus