Animal Love

I have a sister who is immersed in the world of animal rescue, and she is always beseeching me to adopt this or that poor, deserving creature. While I heartily applaud her efforts to connect loving humans with loving pets, I always decline. Why?

Dogs, cats, horses, tortoises–really, all animals– keep us connected with our own most basic selves. We are animals, after all! I personally no longer want to own one; that is, to have one live in my home, connected to me in a special, one-on-one, tender way.

Why not?

1) I have owned many pets in the past, and have had to endure watching each of them finish out their shorter lifespan (shorter than mine, that is!).  I have nursed several through an extended illness that was not to end in healing. Frankly, it is almost as hard as having a friend or family member die. I don’t enjoy this!

2) I am a teeny bit allergic–especially to cats. If I pet them, it is better for me to wash my hands immediately, before I touch my eyes!

3) I don’t want to be tied down by their care. I want to be free to pick up and travel to connect with my favorite human animals…

Does this mean that I don’t absolutely ADORE animals? Well, maybe, but I actually really do like and enjoy them and cherish them–even tenderly!

I am “in relationship” with the squirrels, mountain bluebirds, cardinals, mockingbirds, American goldfinches, ravens, catbirds, tufted titmouses, pileated woodpeckers, blue jays, wrens, sparrows, hummingbirds,  etc., who live in, or frequently visit, my yard.  I leave an ample place where brambles can grow, and they seem to appreciate this. The squirrels allow me to putter around them casually, and many of the birds have tried to build nests on my porch. I discourage this, but on occasion have relented. I drew the line at the squirrels who wished to burrow in under my roof. Sorry, guys, I know it is cold out there, so I will leave you some fluff for your nests, but get real: you can’t come inside!

I tolerate the cats, skunks, foxes, deer, dogs, who come by and forage, mostly nocturnally.

I used to have a pet tortoise who would fall asleep on my feet, when I took him out to sun his back and scramble around on my porch while I wrote or drew. That was amazing!

I write children’s stories about animals–in particular, an ongoing chapter book about a squirrel named Jameson. More on this, later :)

I sketch (and/or paint) custom pet portraits for other people, and get vicarious joy from rendering their beautiful faces and forms for their devoted owners. (https://www.etsy.com/shop/stjudesquareartworks?ref=hdr_shop_menu)

I may (or may not?) own pets in the future, but I truly do love being connected to them–and to their human counterparts!

 

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Morning Glory

I am enjoying a little vacation time in California. Painting is my “work” for these days, although it has been oppressively hot. The heat broke today, and a lot of energy returned! I am mesmerized by the beauty of creation, even in this drought. It occurs to me that the Creator, Whose work I feebly attempt to record, spoke everything forth with an infinite and eternal wisdom. No wonder each thing seems perfectly in place, in nature. It may be craggy, or even seemingly “malformed”, but it still fits. There is no hope that I could even “capture” the infinity in a blade of grass–much less a landscape full of them. But what bliss to try…

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Something about hydrangeas…

These old fashioned purple/blue bits of heaven–who doesn’t love them? A favorite for weddings. I have found collectors for whom an additional hydrangea is a must-have. I do enjoy painting them, and having them in my yard, and in a blue vase on my table…

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On The Mountain

I have spent a little bit of time this summer helping my siblings put siding on a new addition to an old house out in the Virginia countryside.. Every time I drive out to the Blue Ridge I want to capture it all. My muscles and breathing always relax at a specific moment on the road away from the suburbs, right before the foothills appear. Here is a fragment of such a day, committed to paint…

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Layering.

You are my favorite color. It is sunlight through the translucent new grasses and leaves of spring. Hope and victory over decay and endings. A lime popsicle from the ice-cream truck in the scorched alley, given by a super-cool two wheel riding twelve year old cousin, named Marc… It is the sour flavor of the lollipop given by the doctor who said his patient deserved two, for bravery. The shamrock that grew in the soil of holy ancestors. You keep the kitchen sweet and clean, little sleek Swiffer, the “quicker picker upper.”  A humble friend.

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Summer, and a little relaxation…

It isn’t summer yet, but the thermometer has hit 90, and the sprinklers are on, and kids are running through them, so it might as well be summer! Festivals start, and beer is consumed, and popsicles. It is very, very good to be alive. I work with a 90 year old woman who has a lot of vim and vigor. It makes me hopeful. I will paint, I will immerse myself in green and blue, and pink. I will remember to be grateful, for it opens the mind and heart!Image

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Not Sure What I’m Doing Here…

ImageI’m actually just trying to figure out how this works–so this post doesn’t count–OK?

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