I have heard women my age lament that gray hair makes us invisible. I have always wanted to be, or assumed I was, relatively invisible. Maybe that’s why it doesn’t bother me so much. Meanwhile, we have the perspective and power from our years of experience. Hail the hags and crones.
Honestly, since the break I took from the dailies I have not moved back into spending long or thoughtful time in studio. I’ve been tempted to just extend the break or give myself a pass on several days. But. One thing I’ve learned over the years of this exercise is that if I keep the channels open, sometimes good and unexpected things happen. And eventually the urge and the joy will return.
On my way across to my studio I saw the local skunk, who made a nominal effort at hiding under the truck. I don’t suppose we’ll ever be friends, but maybe at least neighbors who wave hello?
Then I went to admire the twilight fireflies that I am so happy to have living in my little, unkempt yard.
I was out all afternoon and evening at a reception for my oldest niece, first of that generation in our family to get engaged. She tried on my wedding dress, and the one my mother, sister and cousin all wore. Real live princess time!