I remember a good friend saying when she left a high level job that defined(and drained) her that it took years and years before she felt comfortable not being "something" ... because invariably new acquaintances began conversations with "So what do you do?" and she found it terribly self demeaning to have to admit that she was no longer in the work force. Of course she did art ... and wrote but didn't publish ... and read widely ... and made a wonderful home ... and kept her husband, daughter, dog and cockatoo happy ... and was the mainstay of her extended family ... and was the best cook I have ever known ... and one of the kindest neighbours and friends. She was a perfectionist in everything she did ... but it was impossible to sum up what "thing" she was in a sentence suited to a cocktail party ... because she wasn't something. She was somebody.
It's almost impossible to convince most Americans that NOT being famous is OK and thought by many as being preferable. Explains a lot about that immature country. That any of them would be interested in the least in Sarah Palin et al. is so utterly sad (and scary).
Welcome to Oma's world: a hermitage set on a pristine lake, nestled in mountains, surrounded by trees and inhabited by Oma, Kenya (her own dog) and the dogs she looks after.
In Oma's world there is time to see, really see, the natural landscape as it changes. When she is not outside with the dogs, Oma reads, writes and watches films. She has also returned to a lost hobby, knitting, tried pottery and felting with very limited success, and produced a great deal of funky furniture over the past year or so. She also teaches occasionally at a local language school.
Since moving to the hermitage she has discovered the secret to raising healthy house plants. They have to love their environment. We all do if we are to lead happy productive lives.
This summer she tried her hand at creating a garden, and has been consumed by it to the exclusion of most other occupations.
... a woman who has been many women and will likely continue to metamorphose right til the end ...
I have been a mother, a grandmother, a writer, a teacher, a traveler, a nomad,a hermit, a dog sitter, and a sporadic folk artist wannabe. Right now I am also a tiny-time-chef and caterer. Who knows where my travels will lead me as I travel down the final stretch of life's road?
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Thought for the day...from Coco Chanel
via Vanity Fair magazine --
How many cares one loses
when one decides
not to be something
but to be someone.
I remember a good friend saying when she left a high level job that defined(and drained) her that it took years and years before she felt comfortable not being "something" ... because invariably new acquaintances began conversations with "So what do you do?" and she found it terribly self demeaning to have to admit that she was no longer in the work force. Of course she did art ... and wrote but didn't publish ... and read widely ... and made a wonderful home ... and kept her husband, daughter, dog and cockatoo happy ... and was the mainstay of her extended family ... and was the best cook I have ever known ... and one of the kindest neighbours and friends. She was a perfectionist in everything she did ... but it was impossible to sum up what "thing" she was in a sentence suited to a cocktail party ... because she wasn't something. She was somebody.
It's almost impossible to convince most Americans that NOT being famous is OK and thought by many as being preferable.
Explains a lot about that immature country. That any of them would be interested in the least in Sarah Palin et al. is so utterly sad (and scary).
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