This tree shared its light with me
today, as I stood under it, quietly, like a tree.

秋

Autumn wind moves the trees
fresh air
cool breeze ~

Joyous

I-I-I-I-I-I-I (spoken sing-song like the Angel in Tony Kushner's Angels in America)

am

drinking

a

cup

of

oolong tea

from a

teapot

and the wind

is blowing

-- or --

Is it the

leaves that are blowing?

A Zen master said

it is our minds that are moving...


Next to the teapot is a beautiful orange-y ripe peach with red markings -- but not for long -- 'cuz I'm going to devour this juicy wonder. I will take a photo of it first, Just in case I want to paint it. I read once that Mme. Matisse (Henri's wife) would become angry with Henri for bringing home beautiful fruits and vegetables when she thought they were poor. Instead of eating them, he'd arrange a still-life. By the time Henri finished the painting, most of the fruits had become soft and old. I like that story, first, because of the Spirit to create and the emanations of Light and Color that surged through him and the fruit, second, because Henri knew he was rich beyond measure to be so inSpired, enThused, and inFused with Light and Color, and thirdly, because I like to imagine Henri in his suit painting (he always painted wearing a suit jacket and trousers) in a stream of light at a wooden table where a bowl of fruit glowed for him.

Winds of change

Autumn has finally come to Tucson. The wind blew strongly today and there was a chill in the air. The sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the blue blue sky. At night I am sleeping with a blanket now and I actually wore a pair of jeans, a long sleeved blouse, and closed shoes today instead of the shorts and sandals I've been wearing since April/May. When I was visiting Chicago a couple of weeks ago, I saw a lot of tall green leafy trees. Now I am thinking, I'd like to live in a place with more green, like in Vermont or Japan or maybe Iowa. Maybe not Iowa. Somewhere with a bit more rain and less extreme summer heat. An ocean breeze might be nice, too. And good soil. I will probably always miss the desert no matter where I go.