Your post almost brought a tear. Well, of course Aunt Bett knew I sneaked that trillium. Probably expected me to.
I think Aunt Bett knew I was absorbing whatever she taught, too. When I think about my relationship with her, I realize that we had a great deal of understanding between us. We communicated without words.
Hard to explain. When we were together we had common thought. All the other elders in my life had other children to tend to or to just be with. Aunt Bett didn't. I lived closer to her than any of the other cousins, so I was available.
And I was very quiet, and at that age was more comfortable around adults because except for school there were no other kids around. I do wish she knew just how important she was to me. I like to think that she does know.
But I sometimes worry that I never told her.
You know, You told her in so many ways...With your art, your dying of fabric, with your interst of "daring" to ask a question, wearing the Stinky bag, listening and all, she taught you well and you learned and teach beautiful!
Unspoken isn't so bad...
I think she is smiling, even shoulder shaking laughter sometimes...Because you ARE Aunt Betts legacy, your love shines all over every articlcle and piece of her knowledge expands today...worldwide.
Jody, thank you.
The trillium article was hard for me to write, too.
Her theory was to never take more from Mother Earth than was needed, and she sure did live by her own standards.
I am glad you like the Aunt Bett articles.
Most of the time I like writing them.