I sit out in the chill wet evening, all the roses are dead on the bushes, waiting and hoping and knowing, here we are at last and so soon.
Pia Rabin is a 71 year old writer and painter. Her statement is this: I live in rural Vermont on a small farm where I write and paint as a way to understand, to savor, to believe in the goodness I experience. I seek to express the thoughts and feelings that flow through my days, as an observer, an appreciator. I live with my cats in relative peace and humble enoughness. I work at the day’s demands as an act of gratitude and diligence. I fail, I try again. I trust in the One who decided to make one of me to enter into this stream of humanity. I desire to do my best to be of help to us all in my small way. The creative field is vast and I hope to play in it all my life. I sit in the silence, run in the wind, and wait in patience for my soul to come to complete love of us all in every way demanded, necessitated. I sweep the floor, load the woodstove, and write or paint what comes to birth in me. I hope to feed us all good things that help us on our way. May the Good Lord help us all.
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