Harriet, I like this discussion very much. I feel so fortunate to be able to identify with the emotions and the need for art in our lives that are being discussed here.

My first exposure to the arts at Mayo was after I spent 21 straight days hospitalized. The first 5 days were in my regional ICU and then I spent the remaining 16 days in Mayo Methodist after being transported by air. I will always remember when my husband pushed my wheelchair thru the Ghonda Lobby because it was an extreme change from the hospital environment. The sights, sounds, the magnificent marble patterns, and the sunlight's ever changing effect on colors made it my favorite resting place. I spent nearly 11 weeks in Rochester, and I always drew strength from the art and the music.

My own dear mother dabbled in art and was quite good. Her main love was as a seamstress. From her I learned to sew and to work on all sorts of needle projects. I have just finished sewing a bathrobe for granddaughter for her birthday. I know I could go out and buy one, but I dearly love that I could make her one that is especially for her (5 yrs old). How many 5 yr old girls will have a soft bathrobe that is covered with hedgehogs! that grandma made.

After my transplant, I picked up my violin again. I am a work-in-progress. It is something that I enjoy. I am able to share it with others because I play every Sunday at my church. It is my gift to the many dear members who supported me during my own failing health; it is a way to celebrate my new life with them, too.