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First, I want to say how thankful I am for all the birthday greetings. I felt very loved. The comments were the best part of day. I wish I could give each and everyone of you a buss and a bear hug.  Thank you. 


While tidying up some cupboard drawers in the guest room I came across a treasure trove of colour. I discovered my collection of pencils and markers, all with gay colours and shades of the rainbow. It was a marvelous sight,  a chromatic delightful assortment of tools. With them was a small pad of white paper, bound in a silver spiral. White: a blank sheet or canvas. They all seem to whisper ‘Pick us up and let us show you what I can do” What a find.

But my ebullience quickly deflated when I realized the box of 40 pencils was unused. The flap was virginal; the pencils unsharpened. I don’t remember when I obtained them or how but I recall when I got them I made a promise to myself I would ‘make some art” . This is so many years ago I can’t remember.

Once upon a time I fancied myself an artist. I even considered becoming an illustrator for Walt Disney. I have painted some, but my joy was coloured pencils.  Here is an owl I drew; I think I did this in junior high school.


It’s sad to think these instruments have laid dormant unused for goodness knows how many years. It feels like another ‘Oh someday,  when I have time, I will do this” item on a long list of similar.

One of my mentors used to say no matter what happens, make good art. Make it on the good days and make it on the bad, Most important, make yours.

These lovely pencils call me to pick them up and draw something, anything. For the first time in years,decades, a hope fires my mind. There is a tiny smile developing in my heart, waiting to be born and translated into colours of emerald green, scarlet, and gold.

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