:::::AN OFFICIAL THANK YOU:::::

I was, and have been, reeling with the actuality AND reality of your support for my work and I.  Yesterday and Friday my new pieces zoomed off the shelves in the Etsy shop and I am so SO grateful to you all for granting me success in not just my work and my art, but success in the more important realms of sociality and community and friendships.  Knowing you and making jewelry for you is more fulfilling than I could ever convey.  Every single moment I spend in my studio creating and every single moment I spend communicating with you is riffed with thanksgiving and disbelief with how wonderful you are.  Thank you thank you thank you.  AND STILL THIS ISN’T ENOUGH.

Just the little piggies and I went for a market stroll yesterday evening.  It was a matter of time conservation.  I really wanted to take Farley running but Penelope was acting as wild as a water buffalo so I knew she was in dire need of a walk AND I needed to go buy fish from the Co-op in the warehouse district of Pocatello…so I decided to do everything at once and it turned into a really nice evening stroll as well as a marketing adventure!

The air was fresh and cold.  It was a good thing I bundled up.

I stopped off at the hardware store to pick up a new toy for The Penelope Pie and a big rawhide bone for The Beast.  I listened to the trains connect on the tracks with their magnificent rolling thunder music.

I made a pact with myself, while out and about, to take myself out and about more often.  I’ve been frequenting the coffee shops in the U-district lately where I’ve been taking the time to write letters to friends and read.  We’re doing better with taking our time. We’ve been spotted on lunch dates together, Robert and I,  in Old Town in an effort to quell our stir-crazy-itis we’ve been suffering from lately.  It’s just that time of year. 

Springtime is so close, it’s nipping at our heels.  I’m excited for a season change, but it means Robert will begin work again and then will come the long stretches of summer when he’s gone for weeks at a time on remote fires in distant mountain ranges where even the most clever satellites, spinning through space with their connectivity ballet, won’t be able to configure with his phone.  And so he won’t be able to configure with me.  The summer months here are so glorious and so lonesome.

Back to the topic of strolling:  I’m an avid fan of strolling Pocatello.  In any direction I choose to walk, I let my gaze wrap up and over fantastic views.  This is Idaho.  Everyone has a beautiful view.  I experienced a prairie quality sunset last Wednesday.  I was on the ridge in the middle of town by the University and the clouds above the West Bench blazed red with huge holy ruffles adding dimension and depth to the going down of the sun.  Behind me, the East Bench and the mountains beyond were bathed in flame red alpine glow.  It was so fantastic.  I didn’t know if I should look East or look West.  And for a moment, one fleeting moment, I had an overwhelming sense of home in this town.  Home:  a word I relate with The Great Northern Plains of Canada, but for a a second or two, I felt enmeshed with life here and the land here.

It was good.