Jitters

The Body & Soul show is this coming Thursday night.

I want it to be good.
I want it to make people feel something they have’nt felt.
I want it to draw them away from the daily track that keeps them from seeing the magic right around the corner.
I guess what I really want is to make a difference, for one brief moment, in someones day where they forget their trouble and laugh like a delighted child.

I am scared that this won’t happen.

I want to hide.

Body and Soul

As far as New Years resolution go, I don’t make ‘em. I do make New Years Wishes to the powers that be and one was to have a one woman show by the completion of one orbit of the sun. Well, it is March and I will be having a show on Thursday April 2nd, all by my lonesome.

Yikes.

This is a lot of work and effort for one night. I have jewelry to make and paintings to finish and all the rest of life's little bothers to do between here and Thursday morning.

Normally, the First Thursday of each month is spent dancing with my students and friends to a drum circle somewhere in San Pedro. I can’t be in both places at one time and this coming Art Walk I have to try to focus on nothing but art work and jewelry and all that goes with it. I feel so unprepared, a lot over loaded and woefully scattered.

The final complication is my students are all riddled with anxiety that I won’t be there to dance with......I know that they can do this without me. They are spectacular dancers! I am not too sure I can do this show without their help though and I really want them all there. They dance on First Thursdays and they look forward to it. I feel very needy and fragile around this.

If you are in the South Bay area next Thursday night, and you wanna come see some art, please come down to the San Pedro Art Walk. I will be in the Crown Plaza Hotel from 5-9 pm. All the other galleries in the 6th street Area, the Lofts, the 7th Street Galleries and the various bands, dancers and drummers will be going full bore then too. It is a good walk, fun time, free cheese and little glasses of 2 Buck Chuck flows.

Gratitude

I woke this morning to the fog drifting in across the bay. Quiet, gray and soft against my skin.
The fog horn announces the obvious.

I can see, just barely, the lettuce growing in the soft, cool soil. I feel like those tender leaves drinking in the delicate, moisture laced air. I feel grateful for the respite and relief from the constant pounding of the southern sun. The fog invigorates me in a soothing way...oxymoronic as it sounds.

The only thing missing is Stimpy. He would be so pleased with his world shrouded in fog, making his daily rounds of cat-patrol a more stealth adventure. I am grateful for the image of him in my mind,slowly making his way through the bushes, dew coating his fur and making him look like he is covered in glitter.

This silly cat always brought a smile to my face.

Bad choices when we are young.....

I have had a relationship with a bird for over 3 decades.
This erstwhile relationship developed out of a need for a pet but a mother who would not let me have a cat. So we compromised.

I got a bird.

I clearly still feel dubious about it.

Facebook

Too many social sites.
Not enough time.

I have succumbed to the horror of adding yet another way to find me on the web.
Am I becoming part of the Borg?
Will my life become transparent to all across the globe.
Do I have anything to hide?
Does it really matter what i think?
Feel?
Do?

I have mentioned lately that my major intention is to become so accessible via the internet that anyone could find me to purchase some art of order some jewelry. I guess this is the price one pays to manifest this goal.

It still feels creepy.