A delicate Christmas Cactus, accompanied by a note from our neighbor was sitting at the front door yesterday when I returned from a round of errands. A beautiful gesture at just the right moment, unexpected, touching, and deeply appreciated. That, lunch with an old friend, and painting to the sweet sound of a Beethoven Symphony this afternoon is the stuff that gives the season meaning.
Surrounded by loss, I savor the beauty of this place more than ever these days. With Christmas around the corner, I am finally in the mood, touched by cards rolling in with smiling faces and sweet words from afar. Spending time with friends and family is good medicine any time, but especially when the nights are long. Laughter goes a long way on a dark day.
Painting the way it was and will be again one day gives me hope. California needs rain, resilience, imagination and resolve. These days generosity, empathy and goodwill appear in unlikely places, and that is reason for optimism.