I opened Facebook this morning and there was a post about some famous people who in their 20s were washing dishes in a restaurant or working as a carpenter.  Towards the end of a long list, there was Grandma Moses.  Another article said that she didn’t pick up a paintbrush until she was 78!  She painted until she died …at 101.

Grandma was famous for her landscapes of American rural life.  Here’s one called Out For Christmas Trees:

Grandma and me.  I wonder.  Will I begin something when I’m 78, or even later?

Music explodes in me right now.  I’ve renewed my friendship with the cello, the piano, the guitar and with my voice.  Those are re-beginnings. 

What can be new further down the road?

Singing and playing in public

Singing sixty songs I love, without an instrument

Singing songs and accompanying myself on the cello

Creating batiks again after a hiatus of forty years

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The seeds of all these were planted when I was young.  What could happen that now is beyond the span of my thought?

How about …

Writing a novel

Feeling deeply connected with all people, all of the time

Creating a new colour

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Wait a minute … I said “beyond the span of my thought”, and I’ve been thinking!

Well, well, well

So the future is delightfully unknown, and will stay so – until it shows up