I have a spiritual practice. It holds me up. I am challenged these days to nurture a sense of wonder. Like a child delights in daily things that spark her curiosity. I take notes on these bright spots and go back and read them when I’m wearing iron boots and can’t move.
These are my twinkly moments from yesterday:
• The stunning red-tailed hawk I saw on the light post, hoping for a prairie-dog lunch.
• The pleasant afternoon I enjoyed with my brother, as we visited the Homestead Valley Community Center in Mill Valley, where my dear friend Sandy is showing her beautiful watercolors. Sandy met us there and brought the sweetest, fattest grapes I’ve ever tasted. Kids were outside doing an exercise class to Beatles’ tunes; the school next door used to be Homestead School where I went to kindergarten.
• Email correspondence with Jordon the roofer, who had just approved of my idea of creating an arrangement of large paintings of Briones for his office wall in exchange for part of my roofing bill.
• The crescent moon setting in the western sky.
• The happy anticipation of teaching art for a week in June at a camp in Plumas County.
• Laughing as the “poker boys” crack wise on Zoom as I got my brother set up for the Tuesday night online poker game.
Tuesday’s wonders. My heart is happy.
[This is a painting done from a photo sent to me by my friend Diane who is an amazing gardener; I’m doing well if I don’t kill my jade plant.]
7″ x 7″ ink, watercolor, pastel, acrylic on paper = $65