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March 18, 2013
“The Color Green”

Over the weekend I experienced a lot of the color Green. As an artist I love color! But like a favorite song, which plays over and over again a color over-use loses its appeal. Green is the color of life, of fertility and wakefulness!! This Saturday some of my loved ones ran with me on a four mile “Running of the Green” race in celebration of St. Paddy’s day. It was so much fun, so exhilarating, even though I was slow. I felt so much love and pride for my family. Then off to the NY City my husband and I went, to sleep over night and for him to run his NY city ½ marathon. We arrived there with much traffic, very over stimulated with noise and COLORS that is the norm of the city combined with the honking horns left over from the St. Patrick’s Day parade. We walked a long time in the wet Spring brown snow, trying not to bump into the very drunk parting parade folks where green, green. I was aching and knew I had a cold now settling into my bones. Green. I woke up very early and went out into the sea of people, and applauded the runners for many hours. My husband was one of the first runners. I wasn’t green with envy no. I was blue from cold. I was proud deep in my heart for him, so fast, so competent. I was feeling proud of my husband, proud of my loved ones the day before. I wonder what the color of pride is? But being so chilled with a fever now, I was more blue then anything, So up the elevator I went as I watched out the window, at the ant like runners trotting by, absorbing the impressions that I tucked away into my mind’s eye for possible expression in creative form. I seek the cozy crimson color for warmth now as I blow my nose and wait out the cold. After all variety (of colors) is the spice of life.

March 15:
Sweet Yellow Tulips

Today I saw yellow tulips peeking out from some spring bulbs I put in water and stone about a month ago. What is it about new life that is such an essential part of the human spirit? The bulbs looked sweet and I smiled and felt hope. New life is like the creative force that pulses when I wish to interpret the environment onto canvas. It is the emerging of the wait, like birth.

March 14:
Teases of rain then flurries in the air, getting ready for a burst of new life. Last night I joined some of my loved ones in the evening, my two grandchildren running with their parents in the strollers, six year old step-son also having races. I have to redefine who I wish to be and tune into who I am. I am a hands on Memere who loves deep. I am also spirit filled and young at heart. I don’t have examples from family so I look to my gut and to others…We are meant to be free in our bodies. This felt expansive, running, laughing, even shivering with the Spring gusty winds. I remember this. I try to show these impressions in my art work. If I did not experience then a loneliness and dark rains I would not enjoy the clear new Spring air with my love beat loves ones.

Well the rain is continuous today, started last night and here it is 4pm, and it still slams the land. My backyard is soaking, dismal… I always feel everything so deeply, everything. I am raw and it is hard to be me. My art work reveals some of the soul interpretations. I look at the trees; I study the trees for my art work. They seem sad…too. I enter into the wetness with my dog, all wet and smelling like a rug, all day. Time to dig deep. I remind myself this continuous plummeting rain brings the new flowers. My art studio is beckoning as I am put on hold with my running group. There is something to say for multitasking.