Yesterday watched shadow birds play outside tall leaded windows, light fall in pools on stone walls.
Today, watched the world come to light as I painted in my early morning quiet studio.
Yesterday my publisher sent through the cover layout for The Ice Bear. ( the line across is just because this is an 'in house' mock up) Today, hopefully, will get the internal spreads and check design before all goes to press.
Yesterday I went to a memorial service for a beautiful young woman. The sun shone. In the evening a friend came over to collect paintings to hang in her school where she works. She brought with her a poem written by one of the children in the school, Ethan Clarke. Whenever we read things, or look at a picture we bring to it our own experiences. It had been a difficult afternoon. Simon, now a widower, celebrated Claire's life so beautifully and with grace and humour. For me, Ethan's poem summed up so much of how the day was.
I Loved the Summer
by Ethan Clarke
I love the summers gentle breeze
in the middle of this mystical
season the breeze tapped me and
it filled me with joy all through
my heart I swung on my swing and
sang my heart but all of a sudden
it turned winter
His words say so much more for me than the words of the preacher in church.
Today I walked on the beach, met a beautiful woman who works with gold leaf, in a cafe , found counselling in a shop where I had gone to buy a present, received an unexpected royalty cheque for The Snow Leopard and now I am going to find peace in painting.