A friend lost two kitties this year. Glenn and I are making a spirit house for them to live in now, something that will also function as a piece of art. By the time you read this, she also will have two more kittens. Classic cat-woman.
I watched her grow up as part of a family of three strong women. Her mother was my framer and has been my friend for years. Then the whole group went to the Northwest. Way under 40, she was diagnosed with breast cancer and has been beating the piss out of it for two years. And standing up to politicians who want to balance their budgets on the backs of the unlucky. She does not go quietly.
But she is not going anywhere (except back to work, brava!). Not now. What is remarkably healthy about this woman is that she is taking control where there can be little, when in your cancer chapter. This house will be for her as well, in the future. To a person who has been in dialog with cancer herself, this is a fine idea. Apply everything related to creativity and creation during your cancer interlude. It can work wonders. Creating anything is the exact opposite of being in decline.
She has been going through old pictures and little stuff for me to include on the surface of the house, and also inside it. Wonky doors and windows will be defined by the people in the pictures. Reminders of the beach of South Carolina will be imbedded in the walls. I have found amazing little artifacts at flea markets to include, as if the universe was chucking them out to me.