Writing my blog has been a great source of satisfaction. I’m telling my story, past and present. Years of writing for radio and television taught me to examine and polish each word, to be clear, take risks and to have a love affair with words.
The unexpected joy has come from you and your stories. It is Judy living in West Vancouver. Stories of my father and mother have inspired her to start writing a book about her family.
Courageous Patricia has been hospitalized for several months. She tells me the first thing she is going to cook when she goes home is my Tomato Basil Soup. I will always think of Patricia when I make this soup. She is now part of me and part of this blog.
Pat in Toronto has taken my DIY paint projects to heart. She is brandishing a paint brush, and if it doesn’t move Pat is painting it. Perhaps it will be a new career for her.
Unexpected joys; knowing someone I met in Winnipeg years ago is now sharing my life in South Africa. I think of her when I write about making rhubarb crisp. How Prairie is that.
Unexpected joy; discovering each day how many dear friends are visiting BEL’OCCHIO (the beautiful eye) and sharing my blog with their friends.
Theadora in Paris has me calling my painted toes “stunners”.
Tricia who has visited 55 countries takes me traveling with her every day.
Ginny and her cat Polly inspire me to work on my altered books.
The Tin Man reminds me how much I love the first colour movie I had ever seen , The Wizard of Oz.
Every day I span the world. For brief moments I am in Greenland with The RigMover or with Florence in the mountains of Andalusia in Southern Spain. The adventure never ends.
Life is indeed a series of unexpected joys and incomprehensible riches.