Happy Thanksgiving!
This single shot does a perfect job of explaining what I'm thankful for this year. If you look carefully, you'll see three framed pictures of our "kids" stacked there on the wall. Steve's spirit is thoroughly present as I remember painting those walls together, lovingly selecting the furniture, and nurturing our house into a home. And of course, prominently centered in the forefront waits my easel and painting aprons. That just about sums it up, I think.
It's been a crazy couple of weeks, to be sure. In the midst of those two (traveling) shows back-to-back and all of the upset from the fires, I got rejected from the Scottsdale Art Festival for the second year in a row. That one stung. I sent what I felt to be the very best combination of images of my very best work to date - better than any I'd submitted to any show thus far. I was feeling really good about my chances, and then came the notice of "non-acceptance". Bummer. Rejection never feels good. No matter how you sugar-coat it, someone is telling you that you just weren't good enough.
Then, as you know, along came Unique LA. I'm so excited about this show - especially the fact that proceeds will benefit such a worthy cause. AND I get to sleep in my own bed! Woo hoo!!
It really isn't about keeping score though - weighing how many shows I get into versus how many I get rejected from. As the days grow shorter and the air colder, I'm feeling extra contemplative this holiday season. No matter how many years I live, it never ceases to amaze me how The Universe seems to bring us just what we need precisely when we need it. More often than not, we don't even grasp the why of it all. But if we just learn to live with an open heart, trust in possibility, and accept that we will be dealt the hand that is truly best for us, then we are rich beyond measure. This year I'm thankful for that.


