Gratitude Latitude # 23

I am grateful for:

A trip during the day to hunters point artist colony http://www.thepointart.com/ which I believe is under some sort of duress due to some significant public works projects going on.  I saw an ad on craigslist for a space for real cheap.  What a dream to have a studio to work in and call my own during this time of transition.  I was grateful that Amy took a ride with me over there.  It felt like an adventure.  Rough, tumble, dreamy, creative, a little scary over there too but that felt good too.

The abundance of plants I am bringing home form the office and filling my home office with.  More than ever I have a taste for life - I want to be held by the Osa again... dream  dream  dream...

Creation and creation.

Sorrow so that I would better meet and honor joy.

The dust that good book shelves own, and collect for themselves like dried flower.

Watching Raine sitting on the kitchen floor pulling out shittake mushrooms one by one and taking bites out of them declaring whether they were good or not before moving onto the next one.  Then cooking the mushrooms with chipolini onions, olive oil, sea salt and a tiny bit of Worcestershire sauce - we cooked them until there was a layer of carmelized mushroom and onion film on the bottom.  They were sweet and savory.  I sat Raine on the countertop with her knees at my belly and we ate the mushrooms warm and by hand with some toast and cheddar cheese. We drank down some nice water.  We talked about how the mushrooms were "nice and squishy".

Rocking in the rocking chair I repaired this weekend to put Raine to sleep tonight, looking across the bedroom and out the window to see the neighbors maple tree blowing in the breeze.

Hugs and kisses, snuggles, pats, the word "Papa", being a friend, coffee, moss, ambient music at twilight, water, brugmantia blooms at night, an old apple tree.