It’s I’m-in-Love Kind of Weather


View from my Window

I woke up today and the very first thing that caught my eye as I looked out the window to check the weather was a rabbit jumping through the meadow. It hit me hard — this is a magical kind of place.

Later in the day, I opened the window to my room, and the breeze was so strong that it blew the comforter straight off my bed. The rolling air made my afternoon of interviews for the newspaper more palatable. It was soothing and soft and constant. I went downstairs and all the other girls who live in this house were outside, laughing and chatting.

“It’s beautiful out,” Carmella sighed.

“It’s I’m-in-love kind of weather,” I said. And everyone laughed again in response.

But seriously, it was the kind of day that feels like when you first fall for someone and everything is full of wonder, the good kind of love when you feel at peace instead of that stomach-crushing, anxiety-filled, dangerous variety.

i got a phone call from Chance, and we talked for a while about relationships — all varieties. One of the things that I have been thinking a lot about lately is the need artists have for a community of like-minded individuals. Not that it isn’t a good idea to spend time with a variety of people — but I think it’s important if you’re an artist to surround yourself with other creative types, other driven people, artists with the same work ethic, individuals who feed your emotions and stir up ideas. That’s one of my take-away lessons from the Art Farm.

Chance agreed, “It’s not only needed; it’s imperative.”

Then he admitted that it may be harder to do than it sounds. “The way I live isn’t easy,” he said.

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