Did I tell you Robert deployed for early season work in the southeast a couple of weeks ago? I probably failed to mention that, and a thousand other things. When he is away, I tend to fall head over heels into work. I had an explicit text from him last night that simply stated, “You are a crazy hard worker. Please take a day off. That’s an order.” Days off work don’t really exist for me. A more accurate phrase would be “taking a day out of the studio” — which is what I am up to today.
It’s frightfully springy-stormy this morning with clumsy splatterings of rains and high winds whipping at the house and wind chimes — the perfect kind of day to hike up a mountain and find a little shelter from the elements in a nest of lichen, fir and stone. I am packing my bag with tea, water, camera, sketchbook and a sundry of snacks to sustain me while I’m gladly wandering. It’s going to be such a beautiful afternoon and evening out there. I can feel it in my bones.
Which reminds me, did you all see the full moon rising the other day? I was out running on the mountain with the dogs in the early evening when I saw it push up over the snowy peaks of the Pebble Range into a pure blue sky and weigh anchor in the sagebrush — perfectly round and golden. I felt that moonrise in my bones, too. Oh, did I feel it.
