|pigma pen in 8"x6" sketchbook|
I arrived down here in Seattle on March 7. Today is July 9.
Not a whole lot of time in the Great Scheme of Things. And, I have to consider the month-plus I spent in Colorado, helping with my parent’s move; so, a little less than three months actually here.
Maybe it’s understandable that I haven’t quite got a rhythm going yet, that I am feeling a bit jagged, anxious, lonely from time to time.
Saturday Flossy and I walked around Green Lake, that Eden refuge just a short drive away from our temporary housing arrangement on a noisy, traffic ridden arterial. The day was overcast, muggy, mysterious. We got showered upon several times as we made our way around enjoying the views, the other walkers (human and canine), and the abundant greenery. We felt refreshed, enthusiasm restored, grateful.
Yesterday I enrolled in an etching class which will start in two weeks and continue through the end of the MMDJ and beyond. Getting back on a press is one of the reasons I wanted to move back here to the city. I also reached out to some other artists in the national guild I belong to, and anticipate involvement in new ventures with joy.
Just for today I have hope. I am on the right path (one definition of which: course of action or conduct). I will settle into new rhythms. New friendships will be made and strengthened. Relationships will heal. Just for today, I am going to celebrate exactly where I am.
|'Sit, Stay' - pigma pen in 8"x6" sketchbook|