Sails rely on the wind—-an invisible force that determines its direction. Sails can be set to an angle that harnesses the wind. My aunt adjusted “her sails” to maximize her long life.
She led an adventurous life and enjoyed skiing. My aunt was a trailblazer who inspired family and friends with her many accomplishments. She was a college professor, and executive at Polaroid when Blacks were shut out of many positions.
After hearing of her death, recent memories with her flashed in my mind: A walk along the ocean near East Chop Lighthouse, a day at the Porch Festival in Boston and an afternoon at the Arnold Arboretum.
During my time with her on Martha’s Vineyard, I visited and drew East Chop Lighthouse for the second time. A sailboat was off shore from the lighthouse.
Perched high on a cliff, East Chop Lighthouse is located in a quiet residential The idyllic setting belies its humble beginnings. The perils offshore inspired a mariner to raise money to privately build the lighthouse in 1869.
My aunt lingered several months before sailing away to death. It came like a gentle, peaceful breeze. My painting “Smooth Sailing” memorializes her passing.
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