I kept looking at this painting, wondering if I should send it out, if it were ready. Then she surprised me when I painted her white hair and said out loud: “I did it again; I found someone I love.”
A friend from Brazil is her grandmother’s best friend. When my friend was born, her grandmother was already in her late fifties. Now in her eighties, she often sits at a bar in Rio de Janeiro chatting with her granddaughter. They speak to each other every day, about everything, and share their lives in many ways. I always wonder, when this grandmother was forty (and not yet a grandmother), did she ever imagine that her best friend in life would still be born?
How many people will we still get to meet and love? How many of them will change our lives?
I was born on a Thursday, and I’m happy to celebrate my weekly birthdays with these newsletters again. This month was particularly good for this purpose, with a full moon and a new moon falling on Thursdays. If you observe the moon, I’m wishing you a wonderful new cycle.
May we cherish people and life.
With love,
Debora
As usual, here are the links for a couple of other things I posted this week:
Notes on a trip to the sea
It is impossible to do anything these days without thinking about Palestine, without considering what people there are doing while I continue here trying to figure out my life. How can we move so slo…
