Gaia

Finally.

Definitely a watershed day. Because of the amazing motivation of my son Chris, we are both showing paintings in a newly opening gallery in Corvallis. It feels like a beautiful new door appearing unexpectedly, and wide open. It feels like an important and illusive piece of the puzzle of my life finally found and put in place.

I am showing 'Aftermath' which goes well actually with his two pieces, 'Pillars of Creation' and ' Where Dreams Awake'. We share a sense of the mystical. Next, business cards.

Woman at the Well

2010. yesterday was a palindrome.

I want the lurking sadness to retreat to it's proper place...the shadows.

Life is a gift, always go toward the light.

acknowledge the shadows, paint them, write them, knit them, doctor them, enter their dreams and beginnings and sometimes their endings: never let them rule you.

I worked on a piece that I actually like, pencil and chalk, got into the zone. starting to do drafts on the wrong paper; knowing this of course means I am either out of balance or deconstructingthe ideas of others so i once again end up with my own... finally understanding that making drafts, playing, is ok after all. but most libras i've met are almost always weighing all available resources toward that delicate, perfect balance. and there is the rub.

when we are in balance, we enter those rare moments that at last make perfect sense.

and it's worth it. don't forget that everyone has every starsign i their charts, so most of you get this.

Leo Moon

All day there's been a subtly oppressive heat forming; my cells know I am imprisoned long before I am conscious of the closing in of that dreaded warm sickly breathlessness.

there is no moving air.

The news says we're in for a new heat wave, but insist that won't be as bad at night than the one a few weeks ago, itself bringing memories of those nights as a child when a sheet over my thighs was akin to torture. Of course that's one good reason i moved out west.

I love thunder storms, the wind, bent trees, ocean air, breezes and the warm and cold parts of a river. I like it when the earth exhales.

Letting go

It's time to leave the past behind, and it feels good. I'm digging out from under years of accumulated photos, writings, notes, childrens' paper creations all yellowed and torn at the edges. I'm saving the true treasures and discarding the rest. Why does anyone save old phone bills? Oh yea, to spark the memory for those years of court battle when I at last get around to writing that story. My phone bills were outrageous then, and some of the people at the other end of those numbers literally saved my life.

No matter where I turn, which room or which corner in that room, there is something to go through and assess. I'm calling this research to make it more fun, and anyway that's what it is-a re-search for the truth and meaning in my journey through life so far...

new moon

Spring is showing up.