… and standing in the middle of that street, with no traffic, in the midst of all those abandoned buildings, the mercantile and houses, it was so quiet… It was almost as if I was sensing the silent footprints of a world now out of fashion.
Kim decided to honor this snow day by making a nice pot of stew. What better way to warm up the house than with the good aromas of delicious food simmering on the stove? And I thought it was high time you all had a chance to enjoy another wonderful recipe conceived by Kim Moss, this one loosely based on a Provencal classic.
It’s a wonder, right there for the taking, every single day, whether it be a kitchen table, a studio, a pasture, neighboring horses, the snores of contented and safe animals, someone we love, a finished painting, a painting in progress, the sun rising, the sun setting…
Then it comes so clear to me: life is not what we leave behind. That’s history. Life is the living of it, in these moments when our hearts are beating in our chests, when our eyes gaze across the great beauties…
And my heart silently shifted back. Back to one who wants to believe again—even if that belief is somewhat fragile—in the making of marks on paper or canvas, just to be making marks.
So the look of the old blog, as well as some of its content, is gone and Adam won’t be able to customize it and put everything back right now. What this means is that we won’t be looking like High Road Artist for awhile.
“…it is a serious thing/just to be alive/on this fresh morning/in this broken world…” Mary Oliver