Memento Mori

My last *musing* was in April of 2020. It’s now November. It has been an “annus horribulis” (terrible/horrible) year for all of us. 

We have all had to deal with lockdowns, shortages, store closures, family separations, masks and had to forego doctor visits, worship, family get togethers, other abominations & interruptions to our lives as we expected to live them.  It sometimes seems like life, as we knew it just a few short months ago, may never return to normal. But, life does go on…. In spite of international intrigues, plagues & governmental edicts. And we adjust. But should we?

As those of you who follow me on Facebook know, my youngest brother was diagnosed with a recurrence of cancer, inoperable and terminal, in May of this year. He is homeless. Because of his symptoms, it is imperative for him to be near a bathroom at all times. My dear sister Anne and I have done all we can to raise funds to keep him housed in a motel until he is moved into hospice for his final days. And we appreciate SO MUCH all of the prayers and those who have contributed to this effort by buying the dolls I have posted on FB. (It’s just shocking how expensive motel rooms are!) 

I have had to take a look at my own collection of artwork and mentally prepare to let go. The first things that came to mind were some of the bronzes that were already featured in the shop on this website. I have reduced the prices by half on two of the bronzes and will be adding more bronzes shortly, as well as some of my early porcelain dolls and some of my sweet Maggie Made children.

And it’s all good! It’s time for me to let go of the past! Perhaps this will release me mentally & emotionally to begin sculpting the things that are in my heart before my hands fail me. The sudden death of Dianna Effner has chastened me, reminding me of the reality that this life is a gift - with a time stamp on it. Memento Mori. God rest her soul.

As always, you are all in my heart. You have supported me and lifted me up through so many years. May God bless each and every one of you. 




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