Grrrrrr. Getting pissed off is a good thing….sometimes. What a week. Spent four days organizing old art stuff to make promotional foray into an area I’d left behind already and with much gratitude—both for what it had once given me and for the fact that I could now leave it behind. It took me a while to get it. Grrrr. Just couldn’t do it. It’s over. No going back and that’s a good thing. Had to feel that impatience. Then, presto—done! I cannot go back to an old life—there’s no room for it with all the new things happening.  So that was interesting.

Then an old friend called to say that her marriage had broken up. It didn’t come as a surprise. Still it’s always sad. So we felt sad and concerned. We know the path ahead has its own trials and its own brilliance, if you pay attention and do it right. So we wish them both well.

Then, yesterday, a wedding. One of Dear A’s students, a lovely young woman and her sweet chap, head over heels in love and just twenty-two. His parents were not pleased. They just could not flow with this and the hostility burned bright. But we wish this sweet young couple the best. We wish that they have the courage to stand up against the disapproval lobbed their way and that they can simply be themselves and nourish the love they’ve found. Stay true to themselves.

Today, a lovely invitation—to be in two art shows.  I have to marvel at that because I make no effort in the direction of art. Right now I make paintings for pleasure and to explore. But I did, in fact, turn away from the old this week. And stay true to myself. And here, already, like a miracle, are new possibilities. More than interesting.