I have not written much lately. PQ and I have been busy preparing for a new art showing at 15.Quince, a wonderful Mexican restaurant in Jerome Arizona. However, spring is a changeable time, and today owner/chef Vladimir Costa informed us that the restaurant is moving to a new building in Cottonwood. Here we were trying to get everything together for a show the first week in May and now the date of the show is open-ended. Actually, our life has been moving unpredictably in other ways as well. It is the essence of spring for events to be up-in-the-air like the tumbleweeds blown from who knows where and stopped in their tumble only by our coyote fence. Maybe we are the same way. We tumble for a while until some obstacle halts us and that is the beginning of the next focus in life.
My feline friends have been an interesting lesson. A few mornings ago, I opened the door to see who was coming to breakfast and the yellow cat, white cat and little feral black cat were there but so was a large longhaired yellow cat with the same face as the adolescent yellow. I’ve never seen this cat before and she hasn’t been back since. However, what followed left me wondering just how the cat people communicate. The new adult yellow cat acted as if she knew all about this morning ritual. There was nothing shy or surprised in her behavior. But, the really interesting part was the way her presence influenced the others. The little black cat that never allowed me very near, and ran for cover if I looked at her directly, suddenly was at ease and rubbing against my leg. I reached down and stroked her back and she arched it rubbing against my leg like a house cat. This was very strange. The other cats were also at ease with each other. The black cat has continued to be far more sociable and friendly. It seemed that the older yellow cat had communicated to the others the belief that we were all family and then went back to wherever she came from. She was wearing a silver collar, so she is somebody’s treasured pet.
The more I watch animals the more I realize that we seriously underestimate them. The Starlings that live in our bathroom vent have a very complex language that includes wing flapping and shaking as well as an incredible verbal repertoire. These creatures may not have a language of words but they certainly communicate some complex messages among themselves and even with us if we pay attention. We humans are very homocentric. Humans may have to face this prejudice soon.
We took the drop cloth out of the dining area and enjoyed a few days of living in the whole house. But, I’ve changed during the past three weeks. I actually miss the clutter of brushes, paint and drop cloth in the middle of the house, while PQ works intensely with flying colors (literally). In fact, something is definitely shifting in my mind and heart. Not only am I OK with the dining room studio, I’m letting go of the fear of driving over the edge into the unknown without any foreseeable income. Much to my surprise, I'm feeling a new calm expectancy about what I might find at the bottom of the drop.
I put together this slide show of some of PQ’s new work with his song, “Among the Stars” in the background.
Unusually large amounts of allergens in the air are challenging PQ’s lungs, and he finds our Taos’ altitude another obstacle but stays positive. We hope someday to live in Cottonwood again but are rolling with the spring winds right now. Like the tumbleweeds, we cannot know just which fence will stop us. Sometimes at night after the lights go out I think we are doomed to run out of resources and luck and all the possible awful outcomes attack me in the dark. PQ is not inclined to these attacks. He assumes that there is always an opportunity around the corner. I once read that the sign of Cancer needs to emotionally binge on dreadful possibilities now and then. After we explore the worst, we have that covered and can move on with life. Cancer isn't my sun sign, Gemini is but, with Cancer rising and Moon conjunct Jupiter in Cancer it starts everything I do. After I go through one of these dark night confrontations with doom, my upbeat Gemini sun rises ready to go out to lunch and window shopping since I don't have to come up with the mortgage until the end of the month.
Yes, change is in the air and in the earth too. I can feel it like melting ice beneath my feet. It doesn’t provide a steady foothold but the thaw is encouraging.