A Good New England Day

Yesterday was a good day.

I went to yoga after coffee, came home, meditated, then painted most of the day away.

I talked to my good friend about all things art and gallery.

Later, G and I took a spin around the cove in my boat so I could check out the leaves. Bright reds and yellows and oranges are stating to dot the plethora of dark green. I like having a day to day, front row seat to watch the seasons change. It’s so perfectly dramatic.

The hydengas I waited for so long to bloom, have turned from brilliant summer blue to a grayish violet color which I’m loving right now. The air is crisp in the mornings, cool enough for a jacket on our evening walks. I do love fall. We are setting up to have a cozy studio/ kitchen area which is coming together nicely.

I’ve heard this advice, make the things you love big, the things you don’t, small. Play up what’s good in your life, give limited attention to the less favorable aspects. The theory is that what gets attention grows and what doesn’t falls back.

I have been experimenting with this concept for awhile, but its a good reminder for me right now. I want to throw down some good energy on art. On making the most of a wacky life circumstance. On making my days as sweet as I can. Life is as weird and limiting as ever, but I’m committed to making each one as good as I can, because, well, it makes the most sense for my brain right now.