I started this blog to chronicle my 2013 trip around the world: 1Woman1World1Year. It's evolved into wonderful things that interest all of us: Art ~ Travel ~ Writing ~ Books ~ Food ~ Music ~ Fun. WELCOME!
Monday, August 31, 2020
08.29.20 Continued - Hey, Feel Comfortable and Easy!
Sunday, August 30, 2020
Saturday, August 29, 2020
08.29.20 - A Class in Art Journaling
I took a class in art journaling today, which mostly consisted of us working quietly at home while connected by Zoom. In spite of the weird circumstances, it was inspiring. We began by writing for 10 minutes on how we felt at this point about the whole Covid/fire situation (that's the background of the picture), then working from there. Since I hadn't done much artwork since my 40s, I figured I'd be rusty and dogged by a need for perfection, which wasn't going to happen. I turned out several pages; this is the first.
Text reads:
Joy! It's that moment when activity ceases and you discover the power of stillness. And in stillness there's time to think.
August 29, 2020
Perfection is the death of joy.
I may be winning, but I'm SO tired.
I'm so done with this.
Friday, August 28, 2020
08.26.20 - 08.28.20 - Animals and Gardens
Text reads:
August 26, Wednesday
Because there are fewer humans about, there's been all sorts of wildlife sightings.
Fly! Birds of all types.
2 fox kits playing in a neighbor's back yard on the slide.
A pair on the wall: raccoons, young, bold, curious.
Rats in my compost, selecting lunch, burrowing in to make a nest.
A long, skinny Bobcat on a neighbor's deck. Like gold!
The smoke continues but it's cooler today, with a cloud cover. It's difficult to not feel depressed💙😠 or angry. I continue to meditate every day but have stopped exercising.
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August 28, 2020
My garden has been a deep source of pleasure and respite for me. But the 8 ft. wall behind is crumbling. The engineer has submitted his report. I wait to see what will happen to my 45 plants, some of which are more than 30 years old.
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
08.25.20 - A Little Background
Text reads:
Aug. 25, 2020 A Little Background
Covid-19, an often-fatal virus, is raging through the world. As of March 16, 2020, Marin County is in shut-down mode. We are isolated in our homes. We thought it would last a month. It is now August 25, with no end in sight.
We have all become hermits! I miss people. I miss shopping.
We can venture out, with masks on, as of late July. Meetings inside, or with more than 10 people, are discouraged. I see [my old friends] Olav and Dee on Saturday mornings for coffee for 1 hour (outside, at Victoria Pastry in Bon Air Center). Sometimes the "fun gang" (Nick, Patty, Jan, Tony +) at their place in Pt. Reyes or the beach.
I want to see the Perseid Meteor Shower. I book a cabin at Brannan Island for Monday August 17th, 2020. A heat wave is predicted. It is VERY dry. [I had planned to meet my daughter and son-in-law there for a barbecue]
115 degrees in Citrus Heights.
108 degrees Brannan Island
100 degrees Marin County. I don't go to Brannan.
Sat. night, a "dry" thunderstorm with intense lightning.Sat. Aug. 15 - Sun. Aug. 16.
Monday Aug. 17, 2020. The fires begin. Heat remains in the 90s -80s.
August 24, 2020. Pat's {my son-in-law] sister Bobbi dies in an Alzheimer's care facility from Covid-19.
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The pictures are from Italian wrapping paper, featuring tarot cards. I wish I knew the name of the fabulous artist who drew these.
L'eremita - The Hermit
Le Stelle - The Stars
Il Sole - The Sun
Il Giudizio - The Judgement (or Trial)
La Morte - Death
Monday, August 24, 2020
08.24.20 - The First Day. Fires Everywhere
The text reads:
August 24, 2020, First Day
Fires rage all over California, in places that have never seen fire before. Marin Coast, Big Basin Redwoods. Every day is hot and smoky. Olema and Limantour Beach are burning. [Known as the Woodward Fire]
Sunday, August 23, 2020
Just when you thought it couldn't get worse....
I put off keeping a journal about Covid-19 because , frankly, I had gotten used to it. Used to gasping for air while wearing the sweaty, uncomfortable mask every time I was inside a shop or might even approach another person outside. Social distance, no problem.
Then, in August, came the incredible heat, followed by lightning storms, followed by fire after fire. The worst "fire season" California has ever seen. I started keeping an art journal with writing and pictures on August 24. And yes, it could get worse.
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