3.2.16 The wild winds

Down by the Eagle Sanctuary, the wild winds of the day calmed, as a cold night approached, and the pup and I ran ran along the slowly wakening grasses along Summit Road.

3.2.16 Standing room only

3.2.16 Synchronized patterning on the Connecticut

Quite a pushy March gale, we have here, howling and battering itself through the town, pausing only to create intricate geometric patterns upon the waters of The Connecticut.

 

3.2.16 All things clean

This morning, the wind roared, 

so much that I looked around for low flying aircraft.

 But no, just the racing March winds, 

blowing all things clean.

 

3.2.16 Streaming

Look what's streaming, this morning .

3.2.16 Speaking for ourselves

     What's interesting is how Van Gogh purportedly never sold a painting, and fervently painted his whole life, in obscurity, doing remarkable work. Imagine for a moment what that might have been like, without the external markers to acknowledge his worth,and that of his work. 
     Alternately, Chagall was widely known, and became increasingly interested in being seen as superior to Picasso and other well known artists, vying for more prestigious contracts. While creating also remarkable works, that he knew well were prized by others. 
     How interesting, what we choose to project or splatter, all over whatever is really happening in our lives. How we come to be at peace with what is, and let the inherent value of days or creations speak for themselves.

3.1.16 With a grin

     The other day we were trading acupressure, taking care of each other, the way we've always done, from trading scratching backs as kids , to practicing the craft of his inimitable invention ,all these years, and while we were doing it, we began singing Elton John's Goodbye Yellow Brick Road , although I couldn't remember the name of it, and of course being a musician, he remembered the words far better , but we could howl and we could screech when we got to the high notes, and we could laugh hysterically , he in his 50s and me almost mid 60s, making a hell of a lot of noise, and then laughing, and then doing it all over again.
     Though, years ago, we rented a suite together, in the Fitzwilly building in downtown Northampton , and sometimes when I would be working on somebody who was having a terrible time, he'd be in there in the next office, singing jingle's, and TV show theme songs, with his clients sing-along, laughing, and I would slip out of my office, go, and gently rap on his door, so he would peek around, looking sheepish, and I would just ask with a grin if he could quiet down just for a little while.

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