My Golden Comet

So when you see a photo of a baby chick and know nothing about it’s breed that doesn’t keep me from falling in love. This cute chick looks like she’s making her first adventure out of the henhouse. I remember my first time adventuring out on my own for the first time. I was 18.

It’s a right of passage to leave the family home and go out into the world not knowing if you have enough money, furniture or smarts to make it on your own. I had furniture but food mainly consisted of frozen peas cooked with a lot of butter. (I still love that.)

I managed money poorly and trusted others who I should not have trusted. I stumbled and got back up. I make dumb decisions that I learned from. My lack of understanding the adult world never physically harmed me or others. I am so thankful for that simple fact.

This baby chick doesn’t know where danger lurks and it will take a little luck and the other hens to keep her safe. I love her looks of determination. She’s going to be just fine.

Special thanks to “littlefarminthewoods” on Instagram for giving me permission to paint from their photo.

Stepping Out

9”x20”x2.5” acrylic canvas – $100 plus real cost of shipping

Painting the Barn

This is an old family picture. A friend of mine who is 79 said it was a photo of her in laws painting the family barn. Family projects are always a very involved endeavor.

I once helped paint a relative’s house. So many people showed up. Thanks should have been what I felt, but so many people without a leader doesn’t always give us the results we want.

Her house got painted and people got fed, but I felt a bit sad. Why sad? Sometimes people expect things to be done free. Sometimes people who do “good works” do it for the recognition and if they don’t get the “repeated” thanks. Well some get a little less humble.

Families are complicated. We should always help each other and when we feel unappreciated we should stop. We should stop, but then we should start again. We should not stop helping but sometimes we need to step back and catch our breath.

I believe in giving. I believe we give from the heart. I believe sometimes we just need to put our lives on pause and regroup. I believe in family and I also believe in following your heart. ❤️

Helen

Helen was born in 1939  in Schlesien, Germany. She was 14 years old when her family had escaped Germany and ended up in Watertown,Wisconsin. Her story I found fascinating. It is hard to imagine the life and death struggles her parents made in order to bring their family to a country where they didn’t even speak the language.

Everyone has a story; a beginning and a end. Not all of us crossed the great Atlantic to begin a new life, but we all have crossed distances to become who we are today.

As a child we had little choice but to follow our parents. Whether we wanted to move to a new city or start at a new school it really wasn’t up to us. We were children; we didn’t ask why.

When we became adults we are intoxicated by the freedom of our new found adulthood. We soon learn that each choice we made and distance we traveled didn’t always take us where we had expected. We are shaped by these experiences or lack of these experiences.

Some people are afraid to open the door to the possibilities of the unknown, paralyzed by a fear they can’t explain or understand. My mother often told me that she didn’t want me to be afraid of life like she was. She pushed me to be fearless. I think in the end she wished she hadn’t pushed quite so hard. 😜

Like Helen I’m still on an adventure. Helen has often told me that getting old isn’t for sissies. So I will grab hold of this next chapter of my life and squeeze out as much love and fun as I can. I don’t need to know what will happen next. Sometimes not knowing is half the fun.

Helen of Schlesien

I gave Helen a gift of her younger self. She’s still cute.