Hah! I returned home to a living room and hallway that have been painted in lovely mushroom hues. Most of my plants are still alive. My husband still loves me in spite of the fact that I thrive on my independence and I need to travel for extended periods of time to satisfy my curiosity. I have three amazing children and an incredible handful of friends who make getting up in the morning more than worth the effort. It is my belief in the little, precious things in life that continues to reward me in ways that winning the lottery can’t compare to.
Money can’t buy the moment frozen in time when I stumble in my snowshoes and see an amazing seedpod I would have missed had I not stumbled, or the conversation with the young man who once drew, but can no longer draw because of physical wounds from altercations that led him to prison where he met with an artist who sketched other inmates’ girlfriends (making them look 10 times better than the photographs) while waiting for my connection in Newark. My life is enhanced by drawing wherever I am. I now have friends in multiple continents because I was sketching on a bench in a park or on a bench in a railway station. Each encounter is a treasure.