home again. in the course of ten days, i flew from one coast to another, and was able to dip my toes in the waters of both the pacific ocean and those of the gulf of mexico, was able to sit and watch the same sun sink down below both the east and west horizon - blip, that fast- twice in less than two weeks.
i'm just not used to being such a jetsetter, i tell you; airports are loathsome places, with their oddly stained dirt-shaded carpets, the terminals that i inevitably have to traverse from one lonnng end to the other, with their same pitiful string of fast food places, grumpy frazzled travellers, and shouting idiots who think that their schedules are far more important than anyone else's.
it's good to be back home, but i do love the chance to get away and see the people i do get to see while thrown out headfirst into the business world; it's good to be told that i'm valued as an instructo - treasured, even. i forget all of that sometimes, while life plows ahead, me holding on white-knuckled and dragging wild-eyed behind. i go out there, tools in hand, and come back rewarded, inches taller, shoulders squared, feeling dignified, maybe, or at least deeply appreciated once again. it's lovely, these feelings, and i need to bottle them somehow.
this time i was way down in southern florida, at a shop called oblique, in bonita springs. having taught there twice before, i'm no stranger to a few of the returning women who came to take three days of my classes, so it felt more like a reunion of friends than an initiation of beginner students. betsy, the owner, never fails to make me feel like a queen - wonderful restaurant dinners, lovely bottles of wine, yummy goodies stacked in the little cottage fridge. much laughter, walks on the beach for shellcombing, and if i had wanted to dance on the moon - why, she'd have arranged that as well.
i'm posting an album of what the gals created for the classes (spirit mica houses, and sticks and stones necklaces) in the photo album titled sticks and stones - i'm mighty proud of them. the gals in california were just as talented and excited as they, but my mind was still in shock from my brother's passing, and i'm kicking myself for not remembering to pull out the camera in class. forgive me, asilomar gals! and if any of you have photos of your work at home, please send them along! i feel like a puffed up mother hen, clucking and strutting around her brood. do have a look, when you can.
for now, i'll leave you with a photo of me on the beach, an image i'm choosing to use today because it is one of me where i am smiling. it was a lovely time, there on the beach, when the breeze was soft, the sun had set, and betsy was laughing at god only knows what. she always is laughing, and life is always pleasant when sitting beside her anytime, anywhere. thank you, betsy. you are mighty dear.