Past Due

My mom passed away almost three years ago.  One of the most meaningful art pieces I create is one where I take someone's grandmother's jewelry, for example, and repurpose it into a new necklace, bracelet, or other sculpture.  Now THAT I can do.  But I keep staring at that pink box that holds my mom's "jewels" and avoid it like it contained Ebola.  Why?  It occurred to me - that box holds such power - there is pain in there - stuff I have not grieved over - the deep guts of sadness - you know the kind.  Today, I will revisit my mom - I will honor her - I will begin a piece that will tell the story of Vonnie - when it is done, I will smile.