This week as I watched the garden growing day by day, the mason bees filling the tubes with eggs for next year, the goldfish coming out of dormancy and beginning to eat again, the fields turning deep green with 2 foot tall wheat, and the lilacs and rhodies blooming, I was struck by the comfort that such constants give me. Nature can be unpredictable (witness flooded and devastated Nashville or earthquake-ruined Haiti), but the cycles of the seasons and wild creatures are constants.
As a family member battles cancer, and I find each week shaken up emotionally by the decline, my solace comes when I return home from caregiving to my loving and steadfast husband and to the nature that surrounds us fully here in the Coast Range. I walk into the studio and my hands still know what to do to distract my mind from the churning internal conversation of worries and sadness. Soon, the hours have passed, art has been made and I am again at peace.
On a good note, I was accepted into two galleries last week...Currents in McMinnville, and River Gallery in Independence (work will be there after the first of the month). Great! I'll have free wall space to work on again!
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