Deborah Burow Art

Almost missed the best

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When life is buzzing along

at a furious speed,

and we are flapping our wings

just as fast as we can go, 

sometimes a sudden turn of

events  reminds us to stop and

take a breath and come up for air.

And we realize a breath of fresh

air is just what we needed.

Currently I am in the midst of a most

JOYFUL project-- illustrating a delightful

children's book

Because I love dozens of whimsical details,

vibrant colors, and magical storytelling,

my style of illustrative artwork

takes hours to create. And I love

every minute; and it takes lots of those

minutes to complete the book. 

With deadlines crunching all around me,

I learn my mom's dearest aunt had chosen 

this week to head home to heaven.

Someone needed to drive my sweet mom

to be with her family and experience this

final time together. They were not family

members that I knew well,  so mostly

strangers to me. 

My siblings assured me THEY were too busy

to be Mom's traveling companion.

As an artist, I have found that not everyone

takes what I do seriously. Alas!  

But the blessing was to be mine. I spent two

wonderful days walking down memory lane

with my mom, learning things about her life

as a child that I may never have taken the

time to know. Listening to tales of her

summers riding her horse, herding cows,

collecting cobs for the kitchen stove,

baking 6 loaves of bread a day for farm

hands, and tagging along with her grandpa

to the bar while he kept her quiet with poker

chips spent on candy treats.  We visited the

farmstead where she gathered eggs from

pecking hens and took trips to town to

trade those eggs for groceries. We saw

where she spent her honeymoon at church

camp. We visited the most lush

green country hills of South Dakota and

slept under a tin roof as the rain pelted

down, in tiny country towns where everyone

still travels on dirt roads and lives without a

Walmart. 

I met second and third cousins I never knew 

existed. Such lovely people. I hope they

come visit me and my ocean. We have so

much to share.

It was a remarkable visit.

So grateful I was the one that took the time.

A treasure trove of people and

places, new sites, and the delicious smell of

fresh plowed dirt and lime green grass,

and gentle black cattle and baby calves

dotting the hillsides.

And when I finally got back home, the book

was still there, and the deadlines will still be

met. 

And I am much the richer for going.

I almost missed the best.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 This was the gate leading to my great aunt's final resting spot. She is celebrating in heaven, and she chose this glorious spot for us all to say goodbye. Good Choice.

This was the gate leading to my great aunt's final resting spot. She is celebrating in heaven, and she chose this glorious spot for us all to say goodbye. Good Choice.

 
 
 Yup, they still use that tiny little outhouse.

Yup, they still use that tiny little outhouse.

 
 
 A perfect day for home-going. Warm, sunny, clouds gently rolling in, spring spilling over the countryside. The air smells deliciously of grass, and flowers, and trees, and country. There is nothing quite like it.

A perfect day for home-going. Warm, sunny, clouds gently rolling in, spring spilling over the countryside. The air smells deliciously of grass, and flowers, and trees, and country. There is nothing quite like it.