Somebody has to do it. Suffer up in the North Country. I am here on Upper Saranac. Have you ever been lucky enough to be here? It is holy land. Old feminine energy.
Deep turquoise water of such clarity it feels like dipping into pure light. Towering proud rocks perched proudly as sentinels of truth. And trees, oh those bold evergreens demanding that heaven steps in for a closer conversation.
Morning run, followed by a naked swim and then off to my little studio
where I spend the next few hours playing in Crimson, pyrrole Orange and Hansa yellow. Look at my studio… About 10 square feet. Adorable. And a little lunch and then grab the latest novel and it’s nap time. Did I mention that life is hard here? After nap down to the dock. Soak up enough heat to take another swim. You get the idea… No need to rub it in.
Playing scrabble in lantern light ( is epode really a word? Darn crossword puzzler, they know all the strange words.) We listen to the loons calling back and forth. What is it about that music that allows you to believe, at least for the moment, that we might actually heal this wondrous,, suffering world?
Feeling truly blessed.
PS. full disclosure: those are not my legs!