I love you.

Now let's give energy of love and gratitude to all

the living creatures in the Mexico Gulf by praying like this...

To the Whales and Dolphins,

Pelicans

Fishes, shellfishes, planktons, corals, algae

and all the creatures in the Gulf of Mexico

I am sorry.

Please forgive me.

Thank you.

I love you.

The prayer is from Dr. M. Emoto.  I love the creatures.  Sea Turtles have called to me since the moment I discovered them in an encyclopedia at school, I was about seven years old.  Their faces are what do it, I believe.  Once when I thought I'd die from a broken heart I went to Hawai'i with a group of women, on a quest of sorts in that each of us brought our bruised souls.  At one point we went swimming in the Bay (Oh I wish I could remember and then spell the beautiful name of the Reserve) where dolphins and sea turtles swam and the Hawai'ians keep High Watch.  When I had given up ever seeing one, and was slightly pickled from staying in the Bay for so long, I made my way towards the steps out.  A large turtle swam between me and the steps, turned its magnificent head and looked me right in the eye.  "Come with me.  Let's swim." I heard the words clearly.  I followed it, I could have reached out and touched it, but I didn't.  I swam with it, close to its side.  We swam in the infinite place of no time or space.

My kitchen has been scrubbed within an inch of its life.  The windows sparkle.  The laundry is done.  The cookbooks are dusted and re-shelved.  Two bags of cookbooks, miscellaneous recipes, and pamphlets from the fairs are dusted and packed to take to my girls.  I found one nasty looking black spider which may have been a male Black Widow.  Note to self:  disturb that shelf more often.

This Mosquito Eater is on the back porch, in my little weird palm tree from Trader Joe's, which also was given the once-over (yes, both the palm and the porch).  It's lucky I didn't see it sooner.  Of course I would not hurt it, as I really love things which dine on mosquitoes, yet I have a startlingly crazy jump-mechanism, whereby I go sky-high at sudden sightings of bugs, snakes, etc etc.  

No, don't know who this is.  I love them in the sense that I want them to be safe and happy.  It is odd to have them bopp-bopp-bopping in my back yard.  They appeared to disappear into the fig tree.

I am in love with the Elephant Garlic.  In the next few days it is going to be spectacular, though to me it already is.  This is one of my favorite pinks.  I wish I could draw that, well, maybe not, since photographing it is intensely satisfying.  Accept.  Allow.  Cherish.  Thank you.

And I thought that these wouldn't make heads.  Silly!  Falling in love with a future dinner.  Hmmm.

Figs are singing the get-ripe song.  Long, hot afternoons make for happy figs.

Here is a thought for you.  I found it this morning: our minds have a tiny view of the world, and that view is not only incomplete but also inaccurate.

There are only two or three human stories and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.    ...Willa Cather


Of course they do, since each is an individual, and for instance, I have not experienced Willa's experience, even though her writing at times makes me wonder, or think that I have.

As I am roughing out the outline of my personal narrative timeline, I am at the same time saying the Prayer which is at the top of this post.  While I am speaking to the Gulf of Mexico, the words are clearing me, making me a clean vessel for the vision and image of a restored  Gulf.  This all seems kind of complicated, but I am knowing that this process is the basis for my painting, for my writing, for all of my creative expression and living.  I am compelled.  I am.

Have a wonder filled day.

Thank you.  I love you.
xoxoLC