An arresting photo of a woman in her late years:
A quilt of unknown origin, size unknown
this from just a portion of a poem well worth the entire read
found here called
The Invitation:
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it is not pretty, every day,
And if you can source your own life from its presence.
(A Study -Limbo ID:374 from 2006 Lilly Oncology On Canvas 2006 competition)
The picture above was an award winner in the referenced art competition. She is a symbol of a woman carrying a burden, but knowing she will survive the battle with courage and victory, no matter the outcome of her health issue. This particular art piece of the introspective woman who has lost her hair from chemotherapy reminds me of a reference given to me by my husband when we were discussing our daughter's recent photo.
Julie's smile below shows her inner beauty of personal strength and almost continual attitude of optimism. She, too, is undergoing chemotherapy and has lost her hair.
These preceding photos all tie together with this quote from Robert Heinlein's
Stranger in a Strange Land ( referring to Rodin's sculpture of "Fallen Caryatid Carrying Her Stone")
... she's a symbol for every woman who ever shouldered a load too heavy. But not alone women - this symbol means every man and woman who ever sweated out life in uncomplaining fortitude until they crumpled under their loads. It's courage... and victory.
Victory in defeat, there is none higher. She didn't give up... she's still trying to lift that stone after it has crushed her... she's all the unsung heroes who couldn't make it but never quit.
1920, Rosa by Walter Grammatte
And finally, one of my favorites:
(from a picture in my study that is over 30 years old with the poem below by Nadin Stair)
If I Had My Life to Live Over
I'd dare to make more mistakes next time.
I'd relax, I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances.
I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would perhaps have more actual troubles,
but I'd have fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I'm one of those people who live
sensibly and sanely hour after hour,
day after day.
Oh, I've had my moments,
And if I had it to do over again,
I'd have more of them.
In fact, I'd try to have nothing else.
Just moments, one after another,
instead of living so many years ahead of each day.
I've been one of those people who never goes anywhere
without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat
and a parachute.
If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter than I have.
If I had my life to live over,
I would start barefoot earlier in the spring
and stay that way later in the fall.
I would go to more dances.
I would ride more merry-go-rounds.
I would pick more daisies.
Nadine Stair, 85 years old
