Friends Coming Out of the Woodwork!

It's so cool, I was just feeling like all old my friends had forgotten me and then I hear from a whole bunch of them. I finally got in touch with Faith, which was awesome. I wrote to Betty, and she told me that my friend Susan had changed her e-mail account and wanted to hear from me, so I wrote an e-mail to her also. Susan is really cool. She's such a talented poet and so wise. I'm really lucky to have friends like her. They keep me from giving up on myself, something I have trouble with sometimes.

Sometimes it hits me how many truly talented people I know. It's really amazing. Faith is a prolific author and editor, Susan an accomplished poet and artist. Jeskan is only a young man and such a promising musician. My own daughter Jenessa is an incredible artist as well. Terry can run any kind of machine, fly planes and jets, drive any vehicle and fix it too. My mom is also an artist and I believe she can do anything, she's the original super-woman. I'm just happy to know all of them. They are all such an inspiration to me. They encourage me to do the things I like to do, as well as I possibly can.

As long as I'm on the subject of things I like to do, here's a picture of one of my necklaces. It's made of Flourite chips and silver beads. It's adjustable to any length, and has a removable Aventurine Kwan-Yin pendant.

Kwan-Yin is the Buddhist goddess of mercy. She protects artisans as well as women and children. I consider her my "personal" goddess. Every woman should have her own "personal" goddess, one she identifies with, to act as a sort of role model. She need not interfere with whatever religion you follow, she is just there as a symbol of female strength. I am not a Buddhist, I'm not really religious in any way. However, Kwan-Yin is a great source of personal power and security for me. I like to think of her as a "spirit guide".

And here's my poem for today.

Perspective

I string things together
pretty, small things
that in my hands
somehow become bigger.

Dreams that I meant to live
slowly gather dust--
as days go by
their importance dwindles.

--Nan Whetstone