Every now and then we are caught by surprise by something so lovely that it moves us to tears.
I just had one such moment.
Who would think it could come from a few random moments on Facebook?
Finished lunch, ready to move on to the next part of my work day, and took a moment to look at my FB feed. Saw an article posted by my daughter, about her work. A blogger interviewing her.
I thought likely a simple PR piece, but I'm procrastinating other tasks on my to-do list right now, so why not.
Then I read the second question to her, the one asking about her background. First she mentioned her momma was a painter. Ok, that's cool. It was what followed that moved me to tears. I had no idea that my attempts to making a living as an artist during her younger years - while not necessarily as financially lucrative as I might have hoped for at the time - had such an influence on her.
We know our life work isn't just about money, though of course it is always good to be responsible and do what we must to pay the bills. But this hits at a particularly poignant time in my life, as I am seeking to embrace more fully my 'jobs' of artist, and author.
More on that topic another time. For now, I simply want to share this... show the world how proud I am of my beautiful, amazing daughter, Anna. She is seizing life for all that it offers to her, and putting together the pieces in her own graceful, lovely, engaging way.
Hope you enjoy reading her blog interview (Blog post here) about her and her market in Brooklyn.
Artists and Fleas.
Love you to the moon and back again, Anna.