A Lovely Dream

Glitter is no replacement for Soul

Waiting for a hurricane they assure us is coming. The radar swirl is bigger than our entire state. What's funny is I often dream of tornadoes right outside my front door. I take that to mean my life is chaotic. But faced with real terrible weather, I am calm. Because...I am home. I have spent my life trying to get away from this place, this block, this front porch.  But I realize I am lucky to have it. Family is crazy. But real love is here.  All that glitters is not gold. Cliche but true. It is not better over there, wherever there is. Whether it be a perfect body, money in the bank, or eternal sunshine.  You don't have to have it all together to be happy. All together doesn't exist.  Once you have one thing in place something else will fall apart. That is the way it is. Don't mistake glitter for soul.

The California Dream.  I lived 6 blocks from the ocean.  Cute surfer boys everywhere. Blue blue sky day after day after day.  And after three years, sitting in a lawn chair on the patio, much in the same position as this photo of me here at home, I thought, " I have sun, and nothing else." Its windy at the beach, surfer boys are, gorgeous, but astonishingly annoying. and sun without trees is a scowl. 

 My dream is my dream. And I'm sticking to it. I know what it is and I don't need anyone telling me different. It's glittery all on its own. Its magical. And I'm proud of it. I know how I want to live and I am deeply grateful for California for showing me exactly what I dont want. Someone else's dream. And not a very good one.

Hunkering down for some weather. I dont live near the ocean so I'll be ok. Power may go out but I have plenty of paper and pens. I'll be fine. See you when its over.

It's all happening, very soon.

I have something insane coming, starting september first.  I will unleash the info soon. It will keep you and I busy until MAY. Yes we will go on this journey together.

Spagetti and big brother and not much

I am still not exciting. Still jet lagged. Waking up too early staying up too late. walking around in a daze. Eating incredible meals.  Bringing boxes into the basement as they come in each day.  Tomorrow I put art supplies away.  I need to buy a craft table. Maybe this one.

Big Brother in three minutes.

 

Creepin Jesus and Dogs on the Plane

Not entirely sure what 'Creepin Jesus' means but that's what mom calls finney. She says Jesus walked slow over the mountains, and Finney walks real slow. Its hilarious when she says it. Being home right now is quite different then it was 3 years ago. I have grown worlds since then. I feel like I grew up entirely in california. I just want to make my family happy now. Make life better for them. And for me, do more art, less cooking and non art things.   It's not as blue but it's not as bad as I thought it was. I don't know what I thought. I think I had to get far enough away and stay there long enough to realize all I had.

Googie came out to help me bring dogs on the plane. She didn't have much of a vacay because we packed up until sunday, left monday at 5 am.





The above is an un edited photo of gigi surveying her new land. She likes it here better than anywhere.  There's pot roast and 2 more doggies. Now we have four! (pictures to come). She said it was worth it stuck in doggie luggage for five hours getting here on the plane.

Right now I am crazy sore from moving boxes and lugging duffle bags and dogs through airports across the country.  I feel like too little butter spread over too much bread. Im eating spahgetti and lounging with pops.  I have a new art journal to work in once the shoulder pain goes away.  I'll be more interesting tomorrow.