February is about to be ushered out the door this leap year,
March rumbling in with winter coat and mittens in many places south of the 49th.
Slushy roads reported in Vancouver underscore my delight in sitting here in
shorts and a t-shirt, temps in the 70’s and climbing to the 80’s by the
weekend. As Ellen’s ads write it, “. . . an easy, breezy’ holiday unfolds here
in La Quinta. Morning walks with Bucky and Lucy set up the day; I even managed
to walk off the berm yesterday and closer to the Santa Rosa Mntns. I was
introduced to Trader Joe’s yesterday – a fun, organic foods grocery store. It
reminded me of Whole Foods.
Lucy is enjoying the long walks and 3 people to play with
her and provide the attention she loves to receive.
Reflecting as I do, I realize that the putting one foot
after the other has become easier (most days) as I journey. That, interestingly
enough, allows for more thought about who am I, now? This is a deeper question
that trips me up on occasion. Some days it’s an exciting prospect, other days a
wide, daunting expanse of canvas needing a stroke of paint. More canvas than I know what to do with a lot
of days. I guess this is a one-stroke-of-colour
at a time opportunity (yes, that last word was intentional). Colour choices are
mine, as well as the basic underlying sketch that guides the application of
paint. Who knows what might reveal itself?