The weather cooled a bit, so I planted 4 of my pea seedlings in the ammo box, next to the fence. By Wednesday we were having balmy summer storm weather and by Thursday it was cooler and raining and Thursday night we had lightning and thundering down giant hail. My peas! Don't worry, they are fine, although the hail knocked down some of the blueberry flowers and put a dent in my potential crop.
I did not go on that drive, the sky was too clear and I wanted those puffy cloud shadows on hills. So, I stayed home and finished the last Katheryn Albertson Park in Fall painting,
It came out too labored, I liked the study better. One of the problems with working on something over too long a period of time. I also had a drawing for something on the paper right next to this painting and got an orange dot right in the middle of it that I did not notice until it was too late. Time to stretch some more paper.
The Idaho Watercolor Society accepted "Hawthorn Berries" for their annual show in June. I also entered "Glenn's Ferry", which I guess they didn't like as much. Unfortunately, "Hawthorn Berries" is not framed, so now I have to find a framer.
The State of Idaho finally posted that promotion announcement so I could at least apply. Last Monday I asked the administrator if the class that goes with the promotion was still going to start on April 30th. She said it is delayed 3 to 4 weeks. I thought I was going to cry.
Years ago I was in a difficult situation and I found out it would not end for a few more weeks. My friend said, "I guess God thinks it will take a few more weeks." I can guess what needed a few more weeks then, but what needs a few more weeks now? I figure there has to be a reason for this, what am I supposed to learn? I started some inner work on it months ago and got that jittery, nervous feeling again around my birthday. That always feels like a something bad is going to happen feeling, but maybe it is more like the verge of a personal breakthrough. This time I'm trying to just sit with it, like a good Zen Buddhist.
Too, too much sitting in Zen Buddhism. I've learned to do the same thing walking around in my life. It just means attention. Attention to reactions, tension in the body, what is the feeling? Name it and let it go. Eckhart Tolle talks about it in "The Power of Now" and it is a bit more accessible than Zen, but it is the same thing.
Turns out Alyssa thought I was a hippie when I first started working with her, that was before she found out how conservative I am. When did Communism hijack the Earth Mother and create the hippie? I don't like to wear shoes, I like my feet touching earth, I eat healthy and I don't eat junk food or soda, I bake bread, I grow my vegetables and I am a watercolor painter, and I am regularly amazed by the Idaho weather and landscape. I suppose those are the things that Alyssa thought were hippie-like. When did those become incompatible with personal responsibility, less government, recognition based on merit and work, and belief in the United States Constitution, including my right to bear arms and freedom from illegal search and seizure (also known as an airport patdown)? I know when it happened, I am just amazed at how many people bought it.
Despite my inner work and verging breakthrough, I seem to be all over the place today.
At least I did not miss the dogwood, I was downtown this week and they are in full bloom. These are in the Hyde Park historic district,
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