I don’t want to sound like a Hallmark card, but to be able to wake up each day with food and shelter, that alone is good. Forget aging and the fact that my butt is becoming a little more familiar with my knees than my tailbone. If you are six feet above ground it’s a good day. So, give me more!
“Sugar, butter, flour. My hands pluck the things I know that I’ll need; I’ll take the sugar and butter from the pantry; I add the flour to begin what I am hoping to start; And then it’s down with the recipe; And bake from the heart.”
When I go to an art gallery and stand in front of a painting, I don’t want someone telling me what I should be seeing or thinking; I want to feel whatever I feel, see whatever I see, and figure out what I figure out.