In the early hours of tuesday morning, Pat’s Aunt Mary took her last breath and left this planet. Pat was sleeping fitfully, curled under an afghan on the floor beside her bed. Having been by her side, and on their sides, and on their behalf, for decades, there is so much more relief than sadness, and gratitude, finally, for their peace.
So, in a couple days we will sit in one more pew, among the others who celebrate the long lives of two kind souls, and all the ways in which we worried for them…will be washed away by the light.
Three days of inquiries later…she’s back up and running.
Apologies to anyone out there, at least one of you is out there,in case you were looking to for some artwork to browse through while sipping that steaming mug of tea.
Another snowstorm is collecting energy in the wings and poised to bounce around the east coast for the next couple days. They want a blizzard on the Vineyard, already see that high tides have flooded major roads there so stay home you islanders !
Around here they want a modest 8+ inches which, as I look out of the studio windows now almost three weeks after our blizzard, would just about double what is currently left and clinging to our little patch of the planet.
The muses have been particularly pushy this week and, after fighting and fussing and generally whining Herself’s ears off…I have given in and changed course.
I threw out days of work and dozens of sketches and notes and am following their lead. They are tapping into a deeper place in my soul and, now that I’ve stopped fighting, I feel the energy shifting.
Did I need this website glitch right now ? Maybe I just needed to check in with my external guides…you all. So, the spinach pie has cooled while I’ve been writing, and after a quick lunch, and a check to see where the snow shovels ended up after the last storm, I get to head back to work.
Happily, but holding on tight. Be safe out there my friends.