It is probably better to put some of my thoughts about life and death in here, rather than on Facebook----in the end, each one of us is dead.  Indisputable.  I am not afraid of death.  It just breaks my heart to think that I am causing pain to all of those whom I love and who love me.

Our newest piece of art

One of our two new works by Susan Mitchinson from Namibia, now framed and hung over the mantle in our dining room.  I love it!!

A wonderful coincidence!

And here is the artist of that wood-block print...Susan Mitchinson and her daughter, Rebecca, at their home in the desert, east of Swakopmund.  When I was arrived at my room at Doro, I saw a wood-block print on the wall that I knew was by the same artist as the ones that we have been living with for twenty years.  Of course, I exclaimed loudly!  Co-manager, Danize, replied that the artist is Susan Mitchinson and that she lives in Swakopmund.  The long and the short of it is that Danize arranged, through her friend and Susan's other daughter, Abigail, for us to meet in Swakop. 
Susan, Rebecca and I were together for five hours.  Soul mates.  I am now the proud owner of two more of the evocative works done by Susan.  Woot!!!

From our collection

20 years ago, Al was in Namibia on professional business.  He purchased this print and another, by the same artist.  They have been prominently displayed ever since.

And the sun rises on Doro

Wonderful kids. The same as being at home.

Ludwiga, Buruxa/Ignatius, me, Suzan.  Or, Buruxa in his glory.  LOL

The will to survive

All heroes to me.  "Just let me get my toes in here."