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Flower fairies are never far away.
This pic shows my husband Denny and his mom Clarice cleaning up after Christmas dinner. Denny and I spent last Christmas with his mom Clarice. We have celebrated the last 7 years of the Christmas holidays with her. During any holiday we knew we would all be together. Not this coming Christmas though, as Clarice has passed away. She died unexpectedly of a massive stroke on May 17th at a hospital not far away. That seems poetic in some ways..
"not far away".
What her loss has given to me is the wind through my hair bringing more meaning. Each and every flower, every tree I see now reveals to me that time is short and time should be embraced as fragile. Clarice was my muse as an artist as she was a dancer, in spirit and soul. She loved each day and met it with the pleasure it is meant to be. Today as I find myself missing her, again, I remind myself of those things about her that I admired. Thus I am grateful. I breathe in this very second of my life and feel its potential. My personal potential in the arts, the ability to connect with emotions and present them in clay, oil paints and poetry. I have the freedom to express who I am, my take on life,there can be no sweeter gift.
I have two solar bumble bees in my garden that Clarice bought for me a week or so before she had her stroke. They are like flower fairies that bring a kind of magic of rainbows at night, as their colors change from reds, purples, blues, greens, oranges and yellows, colors my artist palette does hold. As I imagine my bees to be tiny fairies I feel the need to sculpt and continue on with my own gifts as well as the gifts that Clarice brought to me. I dance before my artwork as she danced in lovely costumes.
Farewell dear Clarice.. I will remember this part of you and appreciate each moment more, paying closer attention to small miracles often looked over by me.
Farewell dear lady.
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