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bubbles and flame. [two artists tuesday]

and i stood in the stream with incandescent bubbles parting around the boulder i was on, watching the miracle of light and sun and dimension and water and rock. every color in the spectrum was represented; none got top billing. mostly, it was gorgeous and inspired happy. i cannot think of a mountain stream that doesn’t.

saturday night, because there was no mountain stream nearby, we stared into the bonfire, listened to the pond gurgle and clinked glasses as the night fell. we lit the tiki lanterns and our treasured small gas firepit and stoked the fire with dry wood we had gathered from our yard and limbs that had fallen in recent months. it was chilly but the fire was warm and we decided to eat outside right next to it, setting up our pop-up-dinner table and stools for some homemade chicken soup lit by candles. some things are magical even in simplicity.

dogdog ran around until he conked out on the patio next to us and the dark settled in, interrupted by tealights and fire and bulbs strung over the pond. there may not have been any mountain stream to sit and tarry by, no bubbles to reflect the light of day, but the fire licked the darkness and its dance…just as gorgeous and inspiring happy.

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bubbles for epic and tiny. [two artists tuesday]

we grew attached to epic and tiny.

each day we would walk to the edge of our pond and look for the two frogs hiding in the rocks or sunning in plants in which they blended.

we’ve had frogs in our pond before. and, at the time that ice starts to form on the top of our tiny waterhole, we have removed the filter and stored it away. we’re not sure where exactly the frogs go, but research shows us that they are intrepid creatures who will burrow underground or under the debris of a pond. some portions of a frog’s body will freeze during the winter, stored glucose preventing vital organs from freezing, the frog waking from its frozen slumber in the warming spring days. wow. research also shows that they need oxygen and the bubbler of the filter system will keep harmful gases from accumulating and, hopefully, will keep the pond from freezing over completely.

we decided that was worth a try.

we dug our pond in 2013 and have had the same equipment ever since. when a tree landed on the pond in the backyard a few years back, monster glue came to the rescue and, each year since, david has rube-goldberg-ed the pond’s fixings back together again to last for one more season.

with everything that 2020 has been, we felt like we really needed to give our frogs, the only houseguests we had all spring, summer and fall, a fighting chance. we decided to leave the filter on and the bubbler bubbling.

and now we cross our fingers.

because every little thing counts this year – a year fraught – – –

there seems no need to even finish that sentence. each of us has our own story of this year’s challenges and disappointments. each of us, hopefully, has at least one success, one victory, one moment of bliss.

but, admittedly, the sighs that have been the soundtrack of 2020 are plenty. we have all been inundated with them.

we are choosing also to remember the bubbling of the pond out the back window and the croaking of two sweet frogs who found their way into our little pond. and we are hoping to see them again, croaking and sunning, when the spring comes.

these bubbles are for you, epic and tiny.

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chasing bubbles. [d.r. thursday]

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nancy wrote that they added a drop of food coloring to the bubble mix for sweet lily.  it must have been enchanting…colorful bubbles in way-below-freezing temperatures, crystalizing, transformed by the absolute cold.  i know there are bubbles in this house; i just have to find them.  and then, next time, i will be out on our back deck, wand in hand.

there really is something about bubbles.  in the summer, at the farmer’s market they sell gigantic bubble wands.  while browsing one day, there was this little girl….chasing these enormous bubbles.  no worries on her mind, just arms outstretched, running, ready to embrace oversized magic.  it instantly reminded us of the innocence of a child, the seizing of something simple, the joyous caress of a moment.

this morsel and this not-quite-done-painting CHASING BUBBLES make me want to run into the sunshine or, perhaps, the falling snow, and chase iridescent dreams.

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give full rein to your imagination [chicken marsala monday]

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wendy (aka saul aka ben) and i have this thing about unicorns.  well, unicorns and bubbles and rainbows.  i can’t look at any of those without thinking about her.  individually we look especially for unicorn “stuff” for each other; those tend to be small gifts we send from time to time.  i have a unicorn calendar that offers pretty straight-ahead advice each day, without mincing words.  i have unicorn socks.  i have a stuffed unicorn on my piano in my studio.  my new favorite unicorn thing is a white plastic stretch unicorn pen she sent me for my birthday…hard to explain…a unicorn with a rainbow mane that looks a lot like a dachshund and is a pen.  yep, too much information.   you are probably thinking i am too ‘old’ for unicorns, but i beg to differ.  one is never too old for unicorns. they are happy and free and magical.  plus, as a person who has been horse-crazy since girlhood,  anything that even vaguely resembles a horse gets my vote.

d often tells me that i have a wild imagination.  that works against me as well as for me.  i will imagine all sorts of things – both good and bad.  sometimes this is an opportunity; i often find myself imagining things, ideas or plotting while i am blowing my hair dry (this seems to be a time of increased-imagination-activity for me.)  or i will be off and running in my imagination on long drives or walking in the woods.  sometimes this imagining thing can make you nervous, making up stuff before it even happens.  but the word imagine conjures up many things for me.  john lennon’s song ‘imagine’ or mercy me’s song ‘i can only imagine’.  both have beautiful lyrics; both imagine places and experiences of great beauty and and grace and goodness.

one day when d was drawing our chicken marsala i asked him to include a unicorn.  “for wendy,” i said.   we decided on the words “give full rein to your imagination” to go along with this drawing of chicken and his unicorn.  but when i was designing the cartoon nugget, i added the word “reign”….it felt right.  after all, what could be the worst thing if we all let our imaginations be sovereign?  if we imagined a world of peace and harmony and rainbows and bubbles.  and yes, maybe even people on unicorns wearing creativity-tiaras.  full reign.

yes, you say, wild imagination.

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