A large fan set on low is starting to blow away the grief fog. It’s not super close, but it’s on. I can feel the cooling, gentle breeze. Waking up in the morning is less dreary (today’s bonus — images in my head from an early morning dream when I was making out with Brad Pitt). I look forward to the events of my day more than I have in many months. Hope drifts around my body in little wisps. I have not posted much lately, as I’ve been working on this large painting in my studio. Also my gut is sometimes wonky and occasionally I have to just take a nap instead of getting my watercolors out. Oh well. But I want to tell you this story.
The other day I sanded down a plank of wood to use as a shelf for my TV. I rooted around in my cupboard for a leftover can of wood stain I was certain I had, but, nope. Not there. Mumbling and grumbling (I was happy to just stay home all day), I headed to the local hardware store. Near my house, I saw a gorgeous adult red-shouldered hawk in a tree so I stopped to admire its beauty before it flew off (I swear those birds were designed by Walt Disney). After securing my small can of Minwax® Gel Stain, I drove home and set up a spot on my porch to apply the stuff to the wood. Then, a hawk calling! I recognized the call of a red-shoulder. It was nearby, so I tried to spot it — it was atop my neighbor’s sailboat mast, supervising my work, for sure. When I took out my binos to look for the vocalizing bird, I saw another hawk atop the cement silos in my parking lot — a Cooper’s hawk that sometimes sits there (which may explain the red-shoulder’s calls, perhaps territorial). I was sandwiched by two hawks, watching over me; the bird on the mast may have been the bird I spotted earlier in the tree. I was thrilled and glad I had to go to Pagano’s Hardware. The presence of these birds! Magnificent and heartening.
62″ x 72″ acrylic, oil pastel on canvas (stretched) = $6100