Creatively Aging

I heard a story told that rings true: a friend who also works with seniors told me someone who was a resident in the senior living community where she works. This woman had been an artist, an amateur, a Sunday painter, in her earlier years. She no longer painted. But the woman’s daughter entered her mother’s paintings in a show at their church. The satisfaction, the happiness, the pride of this 80+ woman was heartening to hear and see, I understand. She had to hang her show. She had to attend the opening. She was still an artist. She was still someone.

Why can’t that be for all?

We should make it so!