Born beautiful...

In the South Seas.

My very first piece of jewelry was a graduated, double strand Mikimoto pearl necklace. 
I still have it but had it restrung as two separate necklaces.
I would love to restore it back to its original style someday...

My father bought it for me in Japan as a high school graduation gift. 
It was a big deal! Before that I wore no jewelry because it was 
unthinkable for young girls to wear jewelry then.

Pearls have been my weakness ever since. My daughter found these
heavenly black pearls from Tahiti. I wear this bracelet as often as possible.
Such treasures from the Sea.

I think of my father when I pick up my pearl earrings every single morning.

Pines pine for spring...

Crazy winds blow in all directions;
Tender spring buds, restless!

Picked on a morning walk yesterday. Jasmine sprig from my new house plant.

Rowing gently...

in the Sea of Tranquility.
My loves floating dreamingly on a Sunday afternoon.
Oh, how fast the little ones are growing!

Water! where are you?... and Spring! where are you?
Equinox is only minutes away.

Last week in Lanikai, Hawaii

Standing at the edge...

of Silver Lake on a hike in Telluride,
a very steep hike from the end of the box canyon.

I had a moment of clarity as I looked deep into the water.
The light moved yet the water was very still.
I could see clearly all the way to the bottom of the lake.
... and it was peace, stillness and blue.

I painted this picture later in Hawaii based on photos I took that day.
Colors are inspired by the unforgettable memory of standing at the edge of blue.

Every morning, I wake up to this painting staring at me and I stare back.
We have an understanding and a pact.

 Oil on canvas

Spring in Tesuque...

My friends have the most sublime floor. Tulips are just props.
Happy Birthday S.

A few days in Tesuque with furry friends.

New obsession...

A cactus garden.

My mother collected cactus for as long as I can remember. 
They were her quiet passion amidst political turmoil of her time.
She has just a few now... all that she can take care of.
I wish I appreciated her tenderness and love for them more.
Recently, slowly, one by one, I began to collect them.
Friends have given me cuttings to start.
My first purchase was a small Desert Rose at the farmers market. 

I can't wait for it to bloom but I will.
As I patiently wait, I will remember my mother's loving care towards 
all that is around her, even pokey plants.

Dear March, come in!

How glad I am!
Who knocks? That April!
Lock the door!
I will not be pursued!
excerpt from Emily Dickinson

Oh,  Joy!
Dickensonian Spring... I am ready and downright in love.