Sunday, January 18, 2015
The sun finally decided to peek out today, it warmed the Earth, it made the sky so blue and it felt good. I had Sunday brunch with some art pals today at Motorco in Durham. They don't like it when I post photos of them, so here are some arms and legs..... and empty Bloody Mary glasses :)
My very talented friends. All clay artists, two are also painters, one is a creative director, a writer..... so much talent squeezed together in a tiny yellow booth. Laughter, memories of family, friends, drugs we used to do, ha! It was a good day. The bartender must have known we could handle a glass half full of vodka! Went so well with breakfast tacos, not a better brunch anywhere!
I went to the Shambhala Center before we all met, tried to meditate, found myself to antsy to sit still. My feet fell asleep and felt like pins were sticking in them, the guy behind me thought he was supposed to do some fancy breathing, I wanted to turn around and ask him not to breathe. I wasn't in the spirit of compassion and Shambhala apparently, so I said a prayer for my family, some friends who are suffering loss and then went into the library and had some tea instead. Read a book about Shambhala. It was still nice and I felt calm and peaceful and reminded to show kindness to those who don't necessarily show kindness to me....
We took a little walk around the area near Motorco. A building that used to house a clay studio, an art space and a metalworks studio has been demolished to build a newer better thing. Someone smart and clever has salvaged the facades to incorporate into the new construction. Love this use of old for the new to come.
I have my loom dressed and now trying to decide, blue or brown..... I used the little loom Wesley gave me to sample a blue one. I like blue.... there's Anna Branner's little cup inspiring me and making me smile.
I have lots of blue rag strips, so maybe blue it is. Hard to decide..... maybe blue since it was such a blue day today.
ahhh...... as good a day as it was, when I got home I got the news that another too young to die friend of ours passed away in the night. 50 years old. Too many of these calls this past year. Another heart attack. A bad one. He didn't make it.
People, take care of your hearts! They will attack you if you aren't kind to them, and when they do it's a mother.
Life is fleeting and uncertain. I am so thankful for blue Sundays.......