Yesterday I started writing in a new journal. I had a ceremony for the old one and then slipped it onto the shelf beside the previous ones. It's been a year since my paraganglioma was discovered and I expressed gratitude to the universe for granting me more time. I am still here. There is more for me to learn and to share.
I'll be travelling in a week and I'll share my road adventures with you. There is a house in San Miguel waiting for me and for my art supplies. I am exchanging excited emails with my ex-pat friends there and I am anticipating new adventures.
Meanwhile in river city it's been raining like a busted pipe and the mild temperatures mean I won't be needing much more of this.
And look what is right outside the studio door. The air will be perfumed with Daphne's sweetness in no time. The days are passing. Always moving, changing. bringing the new.
Stephanie and I have been working hard this week and will be making our announcement on Monday. She is a national treasure, that one. Meanwhile I am in the studio in the hot wax and plaster.
Remember as you go about your day that we who create are part of the solution for what ails the planet. We are kind, we share, we encourage and nurture. We are powerful. Pass it on.