18 The Pleasure of Trying

Without an agenda, except try. Without a hope, except enjoy. Without worrying, stressing, competing, or letting doubts defeat me, I am enjoying the pleasure of trying my hand at making things that I imagine. It's not easy, but I am not letting that deter me, either.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

17 Giving Back

We have been on the receiving end of some... well, love, actually. It's manifested as text messages, and phone calls, time over tea cups, care packages, handmade gifts, references, touching base, hugs, long talks, support, gestures of unwavering compassion. Being able to receive love is a gift, a nurturing, reassuring, heartening gift. I have thanks to give to so many, for their gifts, time, thoughtfulness, and am happy to begin, to try and give back.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

16 One Fish

When you arrive at your destination and it's better than you remembered, better than you'd hoped for. And, truth be told, a little retail therapy ain't so bad, either. More little canvases, more shades of blue.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

15 We Are...

If it were warmer, I might jump into the ocean, and be happy in the brine. For now, I am taking solace in the view, watching the horizon, holding firm.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

14 Tower 16

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

13 Skipping Rope

I'll just leave this here... a reminder for any who may need it: Play. Share. Explore, breath, move, tinker, balance, sleep, and connect. Ask for help. Love, and receive love. Sometimes we lose our way, but the way back is almost always through the most basic and essential things. Never underestimate the healing power of simple pleasures.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

12 Picasso at the Lapin Agile

For a moment I felt a small panic, and then I remembered, I am only a blogger, and under no obligation to write critiques, or support my points of view. Without any supporting evidence or proof, I can nimbly, blithely, state that I very much enjoyed Steve Martin's play, and the Old Globe's production of, Picasso at the Lapin Agile. Sometimes, it's a happy relief to just enjoy a thing, and not be pressed to explain why. We laughed, and were moved, and felt a kindred affinity to lengthy reflections on the merits of art and science.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.