It’s been a while since I checked in.
This past weekend, my beloved Orangelina, a Desert Spiny lizard who lived in the back yard, went to the Great Lurk In The Sky. I thought that her passing deserved its own moment, its own post, and so it got one.
Goodbye, little orange muffin.
I miss her dearly. Being home this month is lucky for me; I was able to notice what was happening and had the chance to spend her last day with her. And what a last day it was, lying in the garden, surrounded by sounds and birds and protected from predators by someone who loved her. Who could ask for more?
It’s the sort of a last day I would want. Just hanging out, in the garden.
I’ve been to many lands since I last wrote. After the Pluto encounter, I went up to NYC to see Ryan Anas and Michael Pope, and not see Carter Emmart (who was in Singapore, but just recently seen at David Grinspoon and Jennifer Goldsmith’s wedding) and meet Peri Lyons.
Carter and I at Dave and Jen’s wedding, photo by Henry Throop
below the train, Brooklyn
Ryan and I had lunch at the Black Swan. The unfiltered Down East cider was like drinking sunshine. Amazingly, Graham Thompson (a friend from Tucson) has moved to NYC, and lives just down the street from the Swan; he stopped in to say hello and it was lovely to see him.
below, Peri Lyons, raconteur, flaneur, seer
After NYC, I went home to Tucson for a few weeks to get my new work together, and then to San Diego to give a talk. The talk went well, and the new work is propagating nicely around the world, I got a ride in Craig’s boss car, I got to meet Gwen Fisher.
Craig Miramon’s ’64 Galaxie 500, San Diego
Jeannette Cook and I at the Carnitas Snack Shack in South Park, photo by Doriot
below, garden party, Doriot’s house, Gwen Fisher, Joyce Rooks and Cort in the background
After all of that, I flew off to St. Louis, and then the four of us (but no cats) went on to Chicago to deliver Liam to the Art Institute of Chicago as a new freshman. Wyatt was impressed.
I’ve been in love with Chicago since first sight; it’s such a cool city. I find it incredible that Liam gets to go to school at the Art Institute, that his dorm is right on State Street (across from the Chicago Theater) and right in the middle of things. What luck!
I would have about died of happiness had anyone, at any point (even last week) dropped me off in Chicago with living expenses, studio space, and art supplies, and said, “Have a great time! Do good work!”
And now, I’m home again, catching my breath, catching up on sleep, looking forward to a couple of weeks of deep thinking and deep work preparing for the Boston Seed Bead Summit, just four weeks away. Life feels both like it’s careening along at an insatiable clip, and also slow and dreamy; it’s a strange and beautiful time of creation and renewal for me.
I’m grateful for what I have, for whatever simplicity exists in my life.