On to Normal

Well, not normal fully, yet. But pretty darn close if you ask me. You see, for a decade or longer, every February, I have hopped a flight west to hang with my kiddos for a week. Except in 2021. Yet, here we are again, rolling on to normal like that blip was a bad dream because I’m back with the one who gets us laughing. I’m so glad he does. Always.

He’s a sunset guy too. Whole days can be built about catching the dip. You know the moment when the sun sinks below the horizon? We always make a plan to witness that spectacular and brilliant instant. Afterwards we keep our eye on the sky as the orange and blue shifts to a pink and purple. Oh on to normal looks so very good.

Not too many mother’s rush their youngsters out and on to their own lives, but I did. Not that I didn’t ache with missing them, or shed those hard tears each time I watched them pack up and start out on their next adventure, but still I couldn’t hold them back. My mother never did. Instead she came to join in whatever we were doing, and with that in mind I do my best to arrive ready to do whatever they are doing. Happily.

Of course, seeing them means I get in the Pacific

and I’m once again mesmerized by palm against the blue with graffiti below

and seriously, cactus are such a fascination that I find myself yearning for more and more

while all the flowers in such bright hues crack my winter blues, to simply intoxicate.

How can I resist staring out into the space where the blue meets more blue? Yeah, I can’t.

Life is one twist and turn after another but getting together with family steadies me for what may lie ahead. 2020 taught us all that family is more precious than gold. I watch as my adult children navigate each sharp curve and straight away on their own roadway, thankful that our journeys continue to meet at the crosswords. Just long enough to remember all the standout sights. And longer still to soften the hurts too.

There is not much I would invite back from COVID, nope not much. But finally flying clear across this crazy, enormous country to laugh with my loves with less fear and more cheer helps the pandemic to fade further from view. I am so proud of our extraordinary scientists and medical community for making the impossible possible. At day’s end, I’m grateful for all their efforts to get back onto normal. To see that big sky of hope.

 

 

 

A Holiday Letter of Cheer

Oh my, what a year! Right?! From insurrection to vaccination, Americans have experienced every emotion between hell and heaven in 2021, and will mostly be glad to see the back of it. Crawling out of the political fray, the misinformation war, and the day to day grind, still we are grateful for much that came our way this year. Here, in this transient moment, tiny sparks seem worth celebrating in our home and blowing up straight into yours. After all, this is the season of light and hope; so with the best of intentions, I want to offer one cheer for our one small world, spinning in the darkness, peopled with you and me and the rest of our loves, expressed with paint on wood to say through love that yes, yes indeed, we will do more than survive, indeed, we can live on to celebrate the great gifts of the past 12 months. Art allows for all that complexity.

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A Star is Born

I can remember the day he was born or at least I have a collage of feelings and images that have melded into memory. It was a warm September day and I was out on my bike along with much of the neighborhood. We were all tooling up and down Crabtree Lane, crisscrossing between driveways and each other. The sun was high in the bluest of Autumn skies when my father came driving home, top down in his red convertible, the blaring orchestral music filling the whole of us. Before that day our family was comprised of 3 boys and 2 girls, and I wished for months with fervent prayer to even the teams. I can still picture my father stepping out of his car, beaming with news of the latest son. I turned my wheels fast and headed down the block in defeat, but that sorrow was short lived, because when the bundle did finally arrive home, I was taken in by a kindred spirit.

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