I’ve been meaning to write here in this public space for the last 3 weeks, but the time wasn’t right. It still isn’t, but it’s the very last day of April and I couldn’t let April pass without a brief postcard to say HELLO. I am here. The world around me is animated with color and bird song.
And also… in the last month:
Wyatt Earp Moss, the last member of the cat posse has died.
I spent a week with my sister in Santa Barbara.
I’ve had Facetime art dates with Pam.
I sat in the garden and on the porch and back patio admiring every single thing under the sun.
Paul and Joe came over.
I saw Mary & Sharron in Santa Barbara and Carpinteria.
I had coconut cream pie.
I went for beautiful walks.
I scribbled in my sketchbook.
I did all those things. And at the same exact time…
Sorrow arrived at the door to Moss Cottage. And I have let him inside. That’s who is here now with me.
We’re just sitting together for whatever shows up.
Sometimes tissue is needed. Or binoculars. A paint brush. A cup of coffee.
I’m talking more to the squirrels and scrub jays and woodpeckers and lizards and orioles.
They answer me!
See you in May.