This is an old photograph/postcard of a “witches” coven at the Home of the Aged in Norfolk, England.
Today I spent a few hours in an expressive arts workshop given by a friend of mine. In addition to doing some yoga stretches, freeform movement, and meditation, we were asked to choose a photo/postcard from among dozens laid out on the floor — one that appealed to us for whatever reason, and get into it emotionally. I picked the one above.
Then we were asked to take sheets of paper and crayons and either write or draw what we were feeling. This is what I drew.
I loved these old, wrinkled women, having tea together outside, where everyone can see them, pointed black hats giving fingers to the rest of the world that thinks they’re weird hags, dressed in funny clothes. But they know better, and it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks of them. They have each other to laugh and remember with, and their afternoon teas in the sun.
But, since I’m not there yet, at the suggestions of my Commenters to the post below, I’m going to check out 90-year-old Caleb.