Ed died, I had been invited to have a Three Generation
Art Show with my son and grandson in Delaware.
As I prepared for the show, Ed would kibitz with me
from the hammock or rocker near the potter's wheel, and it
so companionable and comforting that after he died I loved
to go to the studio to work, for I felt very strongly his
I centered the clay, I felt a centering of myself, a resurgence
of creativity. Art is indeed healing. It was the
key to my recovery, for whether it was clay or paints or
needlework or gardening, it was activity that made me come
to life again. It gave me a sense of worth, of being
a contributor, of being in touch with my inner self. The
show in Delaware
connected me to artists there, and the artist's world began
to fill the void left by Ed's death.