bear with me...

Spring is (among so many wonderful things) the season when bears awake from a long cozy slumber to roam and forage, driven by post-hangover munchies.  Thus it is also the season when I must once again retrain myself to grab the bear spray before my daily jaunts in the woods behind my mountain top home.  I never think of the spray until I am well away from home tromping through mud or post-holing through knee deep snow polka dotted with critter tracks – moose, elk, deer and the sweet wee-baby-versions of each.  I simply need to get back into the habit of grabbing the bear spray before I go.

Similarly, I must re-establish the habit of blogging.  I am constantly struck with the impulse to share and yet last month went by with nary a word.  Transition has me floundering between habits and whatever semblance of routine I may have had.  Finishing and moving into the NEW studio took precedence over any type of writing routine.   I am still juggling the addition of three wonderful children in my life with Paul along with the scattered part of living in two towns and the addition of caring for my mother since my father’s death last year.  The New Year brought a commitment to getting back into the level of fitness I had before my surgery.  I have lost 15 pounds so far and feeling more like my o'l self.  I just completed a wonderfully intense webinar course for artists with Paul Klein and traveled to Chicago last month - invaluable as I gear up to launch NEW ART and connect with the right audience for it.  Most recently the shocking untimely death of a sweet friend knocked the wind out of me and the little community I live in.  Thus the world on my mountain and beyond continues with endings and new beginnings along with the gamut of emotions for each.

Winter lingers in the Rockies.  Spring has a tough job trying to move into the high country bit-by-hard-won-bit.  My progress this past month is on par with spring- bright moments of light and promise in between the mud and muck. The lack of blogging had nothing to do with the lack of content, ideas or events – life has been full. Somehow blogging and social media bumped my old fashioned habit of journaling right off the shelf.  I missed it.  The need to scribble words and doodle ideas on paper has returned just in time to spill over and into my new studio space.  Juicy stuff which I promise to share via the blog.  Bear with me...