Maybe it took the not so subtle shift of 180 million people leaning towards the hopeful, optimistic, proud and unified. But the days’ and weeks events have put me back in step.
A seminal shift it was. As the oath was taken, the oaf was taken- away by helicopter.
Don’t look back, you’re not going there, as my favorite needlepoint pillow used to say. Yesterday, there was a sense of a fresh start, the feeling that we’re in very capable hands. No matter how many times the blackboard got erased in 3rd grade, it never looked right until, at the end of the week, it was washed. New. Clean. Ready for the clear absorption of the next lessons.
Her capable hands are a work in progress. This might even become a study for the next one.
New Years this year, fell on January 20th. Hello Muse.
I’ll be away from the studio and home for a week to spend time with my mother. I’m leaving a plate of cookies for the muse so she doesn’t run off. I think this time, she’s here for all of us.
Asheville: The North West of The South East 