I wanted to thank everyone for their kind thoughts and comments here and on facebook.
I will be back to posting about pottery soon.
Meanwhile I have a few family issues that still take front stage.
Below is something Judy Shreve sent to me and I wanted to share.
A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says 'she is gone.'
Gone where? Gone from my sight that is all;
she is just as large as when I saw her. The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her,
and just at the moment when someone says, 'she is gone,'
there are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout,
''There she comes!'
And that is dying.