The Men Resent A Woman Getting Any

Rentals Sank, Living Rose. I Could Not Afford Help. I Must Be Owner, Agent, Landlady And Janitor. I Loathed Landladying... I Tried In Every Way To Augment My Income. Small Fruit, Hens, Rabbits, Dogs - Pottery... I Never Painted Now - Had Neither Time Nor Wanting. For About Fifteen Years I Did Not Paint.

I Sat Staring, Staring, Staring - Half Lost, Learning A New Language Or Rather The Same Language In A Different Dialect.

There Was Neither Horizon, Cloud, Nor Sound; Of That Pink, Spread Silence Even I Had Become Part, Belonging As Much To Sky As To Earth.

Be Careful That You Do Not Write Or Paint Anything That Is Not Your Own, That You Don't Know In Your Own Soul.

I Can Rise Above The Humility Of My Failure With An Intense Desire To Search Deeper And A Blind Faith That Some Day My Sight May Pierce Through The Veils That Hide. I Know God's Face Is There If I Keep My Gaze Steady Enough.