Rain,rain and more rain

Yuckey, that's the best word to describe this weather. It started to rain again last night and it's predicted to continue for another 2-3 days. When all is said and done we may get up to another 6 inches of rain. I have no idea where it is going to go as the Concord and Assabet rivers crested over the last few weeks flooding roads, basements and stores. The gallery I work at closed for a week and a half. My friend said she saw boys canoeing down a street in Lincoln. The wind on the Cape was so severe it blew the shingles off a segment of our roof. Here are some photos. The bridge from the boatyard in Concord with the water above the arches is two weeks ago and the other is one week ago. The flooded road to Nashawtic and the house by the bridge on Monument are both two weeks ago. The roof is the roof.... The other night Paul said " This is the grossest March ever! " For some reason I just cracked up laughing. What the hell else are you going to do?

Inspiration

Inspiration, take it wherever you can find it. Tonight I found it at an opening of Dorothy Thompson's work at the Concord Art Association. I was so taken by the color and freedom on the postcard invite that I put it on my calendar as a must do event. Best laid plans often die a natural death after the relaxation of dinner and darkness set in but luckily not tonight. The show spanned four decades of drawings, printmaking, watercolor and oil painting. The work was a celebration of nature in all it's glorious color, intricacies, nuances and light. What a treat to see such accomplished work and the elegant woman behind it. Dorothy sat surrounded by bunches of flowers, quietly receiving her many admirers, friends and strangers. She had the loveliest smile I have ever seen. But my favorite thing was what she wrote in her artist statement. 

" The work evolved slowly, interrupted, as always, by the demands of a family life. But my development during these years is a testament to the fact that for women the second fifty years can be as fruitful as the first."

Thank you Dorothy Thompson for inspiring me in such a profound way and no doubt many others. Thank you to her husband and family for giving her a studio in 1968 for her 50th birthday. I was astonished when I figured out her age; her beauty belies her age. She is a stunning woman; the kind that seems so inside and out as there was not a mean line on her face. Henri Cartier Bresson said " A persons face is like a map of their life, you end up with the face you deserve. " So true! 

Dare to dream

Do not give up your dreams; hold them close, protect them and share them carefully. There are forces out there that will conspire against your dreams. You know them all too well, they sound kind of like this " You'll never make any money doing __________ " " You re not qualified to get into _____________ " The list goes on. Lives have been ruined by these voices, the naysayers and the killjoys. Maybe they were a parent, a spouse, a sibling or even a well meaning friend. The voice that drowned out yours. The bucket of water on the fire of your passion. Take the bucket out of their hands and pour it onto the seeds of your passion. Do it quietly, do it with the strength of your conviction but do it. Do it for yourself and if you fail at least you know you believed in something, you believed in yourself. There will always be the voices that say you can't or it won't work. Hush those voices and believe in yourself.

Childhood friends

Alex has been on spring break from University of Vermont. Soon after his arrival the house was filled with " Concord friends ". What a treat to see all of them hanging out; happily reminiscing as they flipped through albums and looked at photos on our new Imac. We marveled at how good everyone looked in the prom photos. Looking at those photos lead to funny stories; first girlfriends, first kisses, etc. The next day, as Alex and I drove to the movies, we talked about some of his childhood pranks; pulling out snow stakes at Wright Farm with Theo and untying birthday balloons with Phil. There has never been a dull moment with these spirited boys. Now they have turned into serious college students but they will never lose the loyalty that childhood friendships bring. 

Last week I met my friend Barbara's sister. Both are writers; Barbara teaches

adults in the Concord area and her sister, Ruth, teaches boys/young adults who are

in a juvenile detention residence in Oregon.

I was fascinated by Ruth's response to one of Barbara's blogs about teaching writing.

It was an exercise she had done with with her young students. The prompt was a 5 minute list

of " places darkness hangs out " then put a verb with each noun ie "nightmares terrify"

" holes consume "

When I met Ruth we talked about her work, how powerful the writing is with these young

people. She jokingly referred to them as her "bad boys" and I knew she felt they were any

thing but. I wish there had been more time to share our stories about teaching and learning

from the amazing young folks who have graced our lives. I am certain she is having a profound

impact on these young boys. It is amazing what a difference one person can have on the universe. I hope she is proud of the work she is doing.

This is my list. Thank you Ruth for the inspiration!

words wound

dreams transport

basements swallow

alleyways swirl

closets rattle

prisons stifle

writing runs

imagination stirs

secrets muffle

silence suffocates

nightmares swoop

depression stabs

fear rustles

caves swallow

pits burn

hearts beat

minds race

darkness creeps into

my heart

like the fog.

suddenly it is there,

quietly trying to

envelope me.

" i will not do darkness

today " i reply.

there is no sunshine 

to bolster my resolve.

the new england grey

is incessant.

the rain dampens my

spirit. 

" i will not do darkness

today" i reply again.

the words of The Dali Lama

ring in my ear.

" today i am fortunate

to be alive, i have a precious 

human life, i am not going to waste it.

look

deep

into

nature

and then

you will understand

everything. Albert Einstien