The Memory Of Cumshewa Is Of A

Rentals Sank, Living Rose. I Could Not Afford Help. I Must Be Owner, Agent, Landlady And Janitor. I Loathed Landladying... I Tried In Every Way To Augment My Income. Small Fruit, Hens, Rabbits, Dogs - Pottery... I Never Painted Now - Had Neither Time Nor Wanting. For About Fifteen Years I Did Not Paint.

Bless... The Two Painting Masters Who First Pointed Out To Me That There Was Coming And Going Among Trees, That There Was Sunlight In Shadows.

I Wonder Why We Are Always Sort Of Ashamed Of Our Best Parts And Try To Hide Them. We Don't Mind Ridicule Of Our 'sillinesses' But Of Our 'sobers'.

Up Came The Sun, And Drank The Dew.

Enter Into The Life Of The Trees. Know Your Relationship And Understand Their Language, Unspoken, Unwritten Talk. Answer Back To Them With Their Own Dumb Magnificence, Soul Words, Earth Words, The God In You Responding To The God In Them.