because art is a daily practice
Wow, what a story! Your grandmother was a very brave lady! It makes you look at that potato in a totally different way. Hope you are enjoying your Sunday. ~Donna~
I was reading about the famine in Africa in the paper this morning. There just aren't words. May we all do what we are called to do to help. Beautiful post.
And here you are -- paying attention to her and the simplest things.
I bet that potato was a godsend for your Grandmother. Very touching story and I like how you tied it to the potato from your own garden.
A beautiful post....giving, delicious, simple and sad. xx
Sometimes the most simple pleasure have the most meaning. Thank you for sharing your family's story with us, Kimmie. And . . . enjoy your time away from the Matrix. I've just logged back in after a two week break. Summer is dwindling quickly, so enjoy! Hugs, Terri xoxo
Beautiful post Kimmie. It is the elemental things that matter most. xox Corrine
Simply deliciously touching.
gorgeous golden color. To appreciate the simple things, the small gestures, is to understand our connection with the Universe. All is one.Have a wonderful beginning to your week :-)Peace~Dawn
you conjure lifetimes of longing in a single potato.today your origami post is featured as part of my crescendoh guest curator week.just know how honored i am to share a glimpse into the beauty of you!
Amazing story to be passed down. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Thank you for remembering this story. Liv, so well named, was a strong, brave and always optimistic woman--an example for her daughter and her granddaughter. Beautiful potato! I can almost taste it! :)
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