Today I’m serving up a stack of freshly gessoed & painted pages made from file folders. Everything I see, hear, taste, and feel in Italy will get deposited onto these sea & sky colored pages. In the evenings I will tuck them back into the ring bound travel journal. My anticipation has reached a fever pitch! Life has turned into a long string of exclamation marks.
More American Airlines jets grounded today. Grounded schmounded! Nothing can dampen my enthusiasm!
In an effort to C A L M the inner beast I went for a walk in a public garden that worships the California Poppy. With blazing petals the color of fire, the poppies line every path,
spill out onto the sidewalks, and tumble into the streets.
Oh, there are other beauties lurking there in the festival of orange, but the poppies are what silence every last manic thought. Shush the child beast.
Have you fallen lately, drowsily, into an orange sea? If you do, you will want to drown. You will ask to drown.
And if you’re lucky, like I was today, permission will be granted.
A 3 acre wonderland, in the middle of the city, on a hot day in spring, rimmed in orange.
I sat to consider my good fortune.
There was a lot to consider.
And a lot of vantage points from which to do it.
Why not sit in all and take advantage of having the entire place to myself?
And the birds.