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this one’s for you, gracia. and for anyone else who needs a little peep of sunshine.

and don’t miss issue #31 of this joy+ride with crazy lovely self-portraits by ky shobert. gorgeous!

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blue skies, oh yes, they bring out the devil in me. i tie my hair up. crack the windows open. put my soundtrack on and drive. the red yield signs pump like hearts. the people in the gym window run to the beat of the music in my car. i am in love with the day. with the whole damn universe. i want to drive all night.

the days are getting longer, friends. there’s no telling what i might do.

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this old photo depicts what i imagine my soul would look like thrusting itself toward spring.

while i tend to like a little rain and typically don’t mind the mild winters here, these endless days of rainless, fog-covered skies are sort of sucking my creative juices dry. staring out at that bright, white sky sort of mimics the paralyzing feeling of staring at a blank page day after day.

feeling a little immobile creatively. gray and still. still.

i just want to *feel like* thrusting myself forth. like these sweet pigeons. hoping the urge will come soon.

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some mornings are so heartbreaking. and you go on, push on, into afternoon’s sunny shine anyway. and then you trudge forward into the dusty lamp of evening. but still, you wish (you wish, you wish, you wish) the morning didn’t happen. but it did. and that morning, you’ll soon see, changed everything.

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watch a bird, eat a bird, do what you must. just be thankful. i sure am.

see you in a few days…

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