I once had a beautiful calligraphy portfolio of samples and client work, but it perished, along with many other irreplaceable parts of my life, in a fire. During the last three weeks, I have missed three opportunities to pick up money doing calligraphy, so I decided to spend a few hours this afternoon doing creating work for a new portfolio. It’s been years. I started to feel a little apprehensive. It was harder than I remember, and just thinking about the portfolio brought memories of the fire, etc. But the work turned into an exercise in mindfulness; it was meditative, really, because when I came up for air, the sun had been replaced by the moon.
No inky paw prints, no cat hair-induced streaks.
A week tobacco, nicotine and caffeine free (well, I did have a nice cup of coffee today – does that count?)
I know -- "sumer." 
This one isn't new; in fact, it's the very first piece I did -- in the 80s.
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