visitors : heartwarming
You fell. You have an illness. Or both. Last fall, I managed to fall off a wall and break my femur head (= total hip replacement). At the time I had relatively recently been diagnosed with Lyme disease, which took years…
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The Earth Moves Under My Feet
Or is it me moving? How do you feel when you’re up in the air, flying? Excited? Apprehensive? Not so sure?It’s always a little scary for me, even though I’ve flown many times.I don’t know:Will the plane be on time?…
subdued
The crunch of crusty snow underfoot. The cold wind in your face. The woods to yourself. It’s February. Peaches loves February. Sniffing for scents of animals who have left tracks in the snow. Or, rather, ON the snow. Me? Well.…
oh dear
How timely. I just finished reading a book on Ai Wei Wei. It’s his autobiography which is more about who he is than a display of his artwork. But WHO he is = so impressive. Not only for the excruciating…
speaking of mess
It’s only the weather. The gluey heavy mess outside. That mess. It’s been tough to enjoy lately. Weather. Why talk about something you can’t control, right? That’s why. It’s that – what we can’t control that kind of catches us…
snow/flow
It’s been snowing out. Wind and snow. What they call blinding snow. And they call it that because what you are able to see is just what’s in front of you. Not far away. Not beside you. Just you and…
not
Some days you just start off on the wrong foot. In a lousy mood. You should meditate. “Should”. You don’t. Instead, you do art. Why is it? Or how is it that making art can be so transformative? You know…
wha-a-at?
First of all how did this get printed? I found it years ago in – CVS? – maybe. I admit, I was looking for cards that you can’t believe exist. But when you find one, it’s a gem. Like gold.…
green
When someone says the word green what color do you see? What’s crazy is that the mind usually is more a determinant than the color itself. Sun on green in the early morning can turn it into straight yellow. But…
July 4, 2021
It’s July 4. And it’s little bit wet out. It’s been more than a little bit wet now for days. For the loudest time of year normally, not so noisy this year. It’s pouring rain. Soggy. Like my paper towel…