While the silver fog hangs low over town today as rain drips off my front porch roof, I can see hints of tender green budding out, daffodils smiling, and my heart knows spring is coming. It's been a long winter here; month by month I remind myself if I can just make it a little longer through the cold days, spring will come. The heart blooms. There are paintings to be done; any kind of blue sky sunshine-kissed day will find me outside painting. Yard work is a distant side chore! While it needs to be done, somehow I am reminded that my clear purpose in life is to make art, which seems more and more pertinent in the state of events throughout the world. Simple, clear, connected: the thought is direct and pure as a bird call upon the early morning silence. Make art: live. Here is a photo I just took of a Nora Ephron novel amid pink roses...both things I love: delicious books, fresh flowers, vases of brushes in the house.
“What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” ~ Mary Oliver
