August 26
I guess those who have been reading my weekly blog know how strongly I feel about the power of stories. So it will be no surprise that this week I have a story to tell. The ceramic artist, Beatrice Wood, died a few years ago at the age of 105. She was 97 when we spent an afternoon together and she spoke with the wisdom of an elder. Here are her words (pages 281-282) from my recently published book, The Ageless Spirit
“My life is just full of mistakes, and they are like pebbles that make a good road. I remember, for example, that I was ill and had to go to the hospital for three days, mostly to rest. I found myself in a room with an old, toothless hag who had an accent. I needed sleep, but this poor lady chatted and chatted. I was so mad. I tried to avoid her.
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