Silently, I climbed the stairs to the second floor. Surrounded by thunderstorms off in the distance, the fragrance of rain on the air, I raised my glass and toasted the life I didn’t yet know.
I wrote about experiencing a sort of shattering when I first arrived in Truchas. So I’ve been picking through the land, gathering up the pieces, assembling them into a new pronouncement of me.
I was born an artist and I think, by nature, most artists are different. We seem to be wired for the lives we must live in order to make our art. I finally quit trying to push my square-peg self into the always-round hole…
I have a secret to tell you: living your dream isn’t everything you think it will be. It isn’t, necessarily, the final or the whole answer. I think I thought living every day as a working artist, was it. But, in fact, it was just the beginning.
“Maybe you’re dying to do something different with your life. But it doesn’t seem sensible to make a big change, to do something different, does it? After all, you’re tied to your soul-crushing job… “
Kim, inspired by yesterday’s butternut squash soup, decided to make his fabulous Leek and Potato which, of course, filled the house with wondrous smells. This soup would make a nice addition to your holiday weekend menus.