Last week was very strange. Two people went out of my life. One acted out of spite towards me, and I just don't have room in my life any more for spiteful people. So I'm done - they're history. The other, a friend of whom I was fond, took a major hissy fit over nothing and took themselves off. I'm not even sure where it came from, but I'm sorry it had to happen. But things like that do happen sometimes, and all you can do is say "oh well", and move on.
After those incidents, it was a delight to dive back into a painting that I had been working on, a 14 x 18 watercolor on 300 Arches HP called "TIME TO STOP AND STARE". This is a wonderfully peaceful memory I have from my riding days. My friend and I would saddle our Morgans and go out right after dinner in September and early October and ride up into the back fields to where they bordered on a cornfield. We'd stop the horses and take time to watch the geese coming in to land for the night for some food and rest. You could hear the wind, the creaking of the saddles, the soft blowing of the horses, and the rustle of the corn as the geese landed and wandered through, pecking at bits of dropped corn. The sky was a glory of golds and pinks, and we'd stay as long as we could and still get home before dark. SO wonderful! We were each in our own peaceful world, almost as if we had ridden out alone. I have to think that our lives would be more relaxed, more at peace, if once in a while, we all took the time to stop and stare.
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