At last!

Winter has eased and spring is possible! In fact, it's almost happening here and in North Carolina I caught glimpses of green and even some trees fancied out with blossoms.

On an advanced short story course I took some years ago, one of the participants wrote a story in which winter was the only season of the year and never ended. I thought no-one would want to read pages and pages of bleak description and traumatic happenings, but the instructor said that type of story was eminently saleable.

Not to me. I realized then that I prefer the lighter side. And I've just read a lovely book about Renoir that suggests that, as an artist, he strove for that too. So if you're looking for an interesting read with an artistic spiritual slant, I recommend Susan Vreeland's 'Luncheon of the Boating Party'. I also loved her book about Emily Carr called 'Forest Lover'.

And now I'm off, out into the sunshine.

spring break

I've been away. Forgive me. And doesn't the landscape, the world, both outer and inner
feel different since the spring equinox and Easter?

On the Outer Banks I experienced something I've seen only once in my life before, and that was in Arizona. In the western sky hung the full, silver moon and rising in the east, the gold of the Easter morning sun. Magical.

my keyboard's performing magical, unexpected tricks of itds f2own, so i'fll surrende3r to the gre
mslins and catch u later.