Tonight my studio is going to be a kitchen. Just a kitchen. Derek and I are putting together dinner for about 10 people for Friday night, and I am on soup and dessert duty. Our friend Deliah still has a house full of people here; it was Deliah's husband who was killed in an avalanche last week. It sounds like she has a great support system right now of people taking care of her, and the least we can do is feed them.
I still find myself thinking about mortality and the struggle between mourning and counting your blessings. Another very good friend lost her brother last week; he had bladder cancer but nobody in his family knew he was ill. Another tragedy. Lots of conversations about life cut short, and how it affects those left behind. But mourning a loss and rejoicing in good fortune doesn't have to be a balancing act, and I am working at tipping the scales in favor of happier thoughts. Goodness and light. Sunshine and lollipops. Broccoli soup and oatmeal cookies.
I am starting a new series of paintings -- one is almost done. I shall say no more about it.
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