The vineyards are green, streams are gushing, water water everywhere. Given the constant distraction of man-made disruption, it is positively soothing to be inundated by natural phenomena. The mystery and beauty of water in all its forms has been a welcome companion in recent weeks.
I have also noticed perfect strangers going way out of their way to be nice these days. Like the men who stopped to tell my sister she had a flat tire and then insisted on changing it for her. In the rain. And wouldn't accept payment. Small acts of kindness are powerful antidotes to the cruel mandates emminating from our government. I am holding onto hope. But just barely.
Yesterday being Valentine's Day, we made a pink and red dinner for dear friends. They brought a big bouquet of light pink roses, the sweet fragrance of which has filled the house and lifted my mood all day. Despite the distressing news that invades every hour, along with doing what I can to effect change, I am choosing to focus on the sweetness of friendship, the deep love of family, and the mundane moments of joy that punctuate every day.
Last weekend I took time to savor every word of Kathryn Schulz's beautifully written, "When Things Go Missing" an achingly moving meditation on loss; loss of all kinds, from keys to loved ones.
Lesson learned. Again.
In the end, all we have is each other and this moment.
It blew hard all night and rain is streaming down the streets. The gutters look like rapids and everything is a shade of grey. The power was out this morning. High tide caused flooding at the north end of town, and rock slides closed roads on south side. It's a sign of the times that the ravages of extreme weather come as a welcome relief from recent events in Washington.
Seeing What you See in Stella ('Great Jones Street')
Oil on Wood
After days of distraction from political upheaval, it is a relief to return to the world of Art. Frank Stella's Retrospective at the De Young Museum is still with me. And his statement, "What you see is what you see" is one of my favorite statements by a painter about his art. It is also applicable to current events. Our eyes are open, and what we see is what we see. Don't look away.