Smoke has been in the air for over a week now. It goes beyond inconvenience. I see it as a look into the crystal ball. A wake up call from Mother Nature.
“How much do you care?”
I forget until it is taken away.
I’m hoping that we all have our bubbles of care and that they bump into each other and attach like aggregating anemone protecting the rock below.
In the studio it’s back to work time.
…my bubble of care and desire to change lives through color…
How obvious it is this week when I can barely see the hills across the street and the light shines grey. Breathing is difficult. No one is out running or cycling down my street. The talk on the listserv is about what kind of masks to buy and where to find them.
The holidays are here and 2019 is just around the corner.