Windows. . . so expressive and metaphoricaldon't you think? Some, like people, shuttered and closed off. Some are vantage points - a place to satisfy curiosityto observe anonymouslyto get the lay of the land before participating. And some just reflectthe beauty around them. I have to say that this photo makes me very proud. It was jury selected for a show called "Give Us Your Best Shot" that was featured at Tacoma's Museum of Glass.It's the only creation I've ever had shown in a museum.
Pamper yourself. Take a leisurely walk in a beautiful garden. Light a candle on an altar. Dance like no one is watching(they're probably too blitzed to watch. . . or remember) Let the waiter bring you a drink with an umbrella in itwhile you watch the men. Eat scrumptious food, with a beautiful presentation. Have dessert (share it with a friend). Listen to the waves roll in. Relax. Play. and laugh a whole lot.
I would never surf. I almost drowned when I was five.I remember the feeling of being pinned underwater,unable to surface,my lungs feeling on fire. I learned to swim -- sort of --but my face never goes in the water. I take showers. I'd never try a flotation tank. And the idea of wiping out,of having a huge wave crash downon my body. . . . well, that's too much to handle. I can watch, however,as someone else dances with waves.I just know it'll never be me.Not in this lifetime.
I always thought that I was more a cat personthan a dog person. Until this little Havanese bundle of joycame into my life. When I brought her home,she weighed 2.5 pounds.Now, at four, she weighsabout 14 pounds. She's extravagant and exuberantin love-giving.She's extremely talkative(she carries on growl conversationswith a toy in her mouth). She flattens herself downso she can lie under the leather ottoman. She prefers to sleepperched on a pile of pillows. She's given up trying to chase the rabbits in the yardbecause she knows they'll always outrun her. She was clueless enough to try to chase a doe out of our yard (I had to intervenebecause the doe was having none of it). She sleeps on her back, paws outstretched,confident that she's always safe and loved.And she is.
This kid makes me laugh. From his exuberance to his crazy outfit choices he's one of a kind. I love it when he says, "I want to ask you a question" and then makes a statement. He hasn't quite got the questioning part down. He's a master of prolonging the going-to-sleep routine when his mom and dad are out for the evening. His dad never did that. His dad was perfect. Or maybe my memory is failing.