The rain started last night at 10:16 pm or so and it seemed to me that it rained softly down on my steeply pitched little roof all night long. I don’t think I imagined seeing all the silver drops sliding down the glass of the windows. Were they raindrops or musical notes hitting the pea gravel in the back? Either way I was smiling.
Then this morning a flock of wild parrots flying in formation in the morning grey! The cat posse and I heard them before we saw them and raced outside, threw our heads back, and scanned the skies. Jerking our heads this way and that. First the right, then the left. FIND THE PARROTS! If you live in LA you’ll know this parrot story is 100% true. Personally, I live to hear the sound of those loud social creatures. Squawking back and forth to each other as they sweep back and forth across the sky.
Above. More evidence from the visual journaling workshop of mary ann moss. That workshop got 1/4 of its contents hauled out today and evenly distributed amongst the blue, black, and green bins in the driveway. All manner of flotsam and jetsom dredged up from the very bottom of the bottom of the bottom of my shipwreck of a workshop. Some things were bundled up and set aside for their move to their new homes. Tomorrow when the dust settles things will get tidied up a bit more.
During one of my breaks for air, I stopped in briefly at a little shop I know and in about 5 minutes I had assembled these ribbons. 2 yards of this, 3 yards of that. And when I got home and unfurled all of those shimmering folded yards, I thought how much they resemble colors of forest and sky. And today the sky was that exact color. A satiny grey quilt thrown over Los Angeles. Blissed out on clouds. That’s me.
In the back of a closet I fished out a gold plastic lace placemat that looked like it came straight off Mama Moss’ 1978 formica kitchen table. Must remember to ask her if she is responsible for hiding it the workshop closet last time she was here. If so, she must be thanked. Look at what a handy stencil it makes!
In between the archaeological dig happening in the workshop, stencil experiments out back, and Kimono ribbon shopping, the visual journal saw some action. There is always time to chronicle the flight of a distracted brain.