art retreat no. 8 was held in montecito this year, on the coast.
we rented a spacious 2 bedroom cottage next door to a smaller cottage i’ve stayed at 4 times before. the upper village lane they’re on is lined with old estates and tall trees. the skies are black with masses of silver pin pricks of light.
pam and carol were roomies and they got up to plenty of hijinx.
i’m much more sensible and didn’t get involved.
we walked on pink-skied beaches at dawn and played in our sketchbooks non-stop.
we even had a special visitor:
dear joyce. i’ve set her expiration date to 2048 that way we’ll have plenty more time to play once i move to my trailer court in santa babs in a few years.
if you get up to santa babs soon do get yourself on over to the douglas family preserve on the mesa.
everything glows, with what i can only describe as aliveness. it’s palpable.
last sunday at dawn we were witness to an exceptionally vivid sunrise. as you know by now, being by the water is my elixir.
i’m home now of course. back into ordinary life that feels EXTRAordinary. i know i’m the last person on the planet to read eckhart tolle. i remember a dozen years ago when oprah featured him regularly. it all sounded and felt like hogwash, but now as i enter my 57th year i am wanting more than ever to “be here now” and it feels very deep and true.
on my bookshelf
i’m revisiting journal of a solitude which i like to do from time to time. the novels above were absorbing and a great pleasure to dive into both on my ride to school in the mornings and on my kindle at night. i try and get the book and audio of each one at the LAPL. such a treat!
i’m just digging my public library card. i can’t say enough good things about the libby app. i’m checking out books right and left and it’s a breeze!
see you soon!