I took time, this morning, to stroll Old Town with RW and the dogs, I gazed at and sniffed the first of the spring blooms and I perched for coffee with friends before setting into work this afternoon. I’m doing some last minute creating for a wee show I’m doing tomorrow here in the grand city of Pocatello and still have much to do before I wake up tomorrow morning and present some work to my local Idaho community. It’s not a big deal. It’s a big deal. I rarely do shows. I keep flipping back and forth between feeling excited and feeling ridiculous. I told myself not to stress this show and to simply create this week, as freely as possible. I’m taking what I have on hand. It’s not much, but it will do.
I seem to continuously mention the weather in my latest blog posts but the sky is a constant presence in my life at the moment. It’s a complex collection of precipitation laced clouds and sunny blue making the past week a compilation of sun, sleet, wind and snow. April is going out like a lion and May is going to boom and bloom like the timpani at the back of a marching band.
Finding inspiration in:
cotyledons
the mountain view from the studio
friends in far places
the general goodness of humankind
new recipes
feathers
the plum trees
buds
semipermeable membranes
this plate
this girl
this brooch
you and me
and everything inbetween
Happy Saturday.
In your direction, I’m sending dreamy clouds shaped generally like pinkly eared rabbits and velvet grey narwhals
and once they’ve drifted on by with the graceful locomotion reserved for nimbus and sailboats, I hope a friend randomly
drops by with a freshly clipped bushel of rhubarb for you.
xx
:Post Script:
Allow me to mention here just how overwhelmed I’ve been by your kindness and loveliness this week. I think you all embody a golden soul and a pure diamond spirit.
I’d certainly be instantly blinded if you all stood before me on a sunny day; dazzled right to death, on the spot, perishing in the sublime quality of your immediate presence…
The only reason I’m alive at the moment is because my love affair with you all is of the long distance sort. Thanks for being made of the most beautiful bones — there’s nothing ugly in the foundation and walls of your selves. Not a single thing.
And thanks for uplifting me.
Sometimes my wings get a little bit tired.