I wanted to experience the beauty of all four seasons here in the Rockies. I’m not disappointed. The golden leaves of the Aspen reflect gorgeous glowing colors on my ceiling. It rained last night and this morning a soft mist covers the lake. My borrowed kitty Binou, who is staying with me while her mom travels, is perched on the windowsill watching the magpies eat the peanuts I put out in the bird food tray. Starting to get chilly here.

This morning was a meditation exercise of releasing rage. I could feel the magnetic pull of the Rockies under me, extracting my pain and anger. Getting mad is part of grieving. Mad that loved ones are gone. Mad that people I love are hurting and I can’t fix it. Mad that the world is upside down.

So I bump along, emoting freely. I’m feeling all the emotions, which sometimes carry me out to sea and often saturate me with gratitude and joy. I’m alive and doing my best to be present and keep my heart open. Life is better that way.

[No, it’s not snowy here quite yet but I painted this snowman to use as a marketing image for a class I’ll teach here in December]

10″ x 7″ ink, watercolor, acrylic on paper = $95