The first thing I did was invite friends to my "only
two years until my 70th birthday party." One friend said, "you
don't have to say that." I said, "I want to." It reminds me that
time is of the essence. It truly will be "more painful to remain
tight in a bud than to blossom." Thank you, Anais Nin. I
intend to set a pace at which I will be able to continue to create and share my
art and knowledge and prosper until I'm 98. Not only for the income but for the
stimulation. (I have a role model of a woman who lived vibrantly until
she was 98.) The second thing I did was give away instructions on my technique
via photos and a PDF. I was asked detailed questions. I gave detailed
answers. The gift for me from the asking was a confirmation that 1. I had
valuable knowledge and 2. I could communicate it in a way that could be
understood. This changed my perspective from procrastinating, (no one wants
this info) to committing to get that video made and that book done. I am so grateful
she asked! This is the poem I included in my birthday invitation. "Power
Tools. Express yourself. Make a statement. Make it count. Write your
story, no matter how painful. Make art as if you will live forever. Stir
up the energy. Then share it, as if you will die tomorrow."
Dolores Laverne Zabielski 1951
Locks
First, Mother made sections
laid a rag across her finger
combed smooth
the silky strands
wrapped them down, under,
up and around
tying a knot
sliding her finger out.
Next morning
she untied each one
chocolate swirls
pulling them back
I sat, pretty
waiting
or her to finish.
(c)1992
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