Thinking of Helena.
I often think of Helena, a grandmother figure of mine, whom I was able to get to know for the first twenty-four years of my life. She lived to age one-hundred, and she lived well. At her funeral, the back of the pamphlet included an image that she had taped to the inside of her closet door. It was the following quotation in calligraphy. I now have that image in a frame on my desk. It reminds me of how to live well à la Helena.
“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words. ”
It is important to remember the things in life that bring joy. I do my best.