Winter Wonderland

Its about time we actually had a snowfall! It was a great day, slow and gray and wet and damp. Took another early walk on the beach and then had therapy and a couple intense phone conversations--exhausted by 11am. But the snow started falling and it was beautiful. Surprisingly about 8 people showed up for yoga, it felt incredible. Took a quick bath and bundled up in down coat and big-ass boots and walked down to Fanizzi's. It was so quiet, so muffled. Everyone there was in a great mood. What is it about snow or extreme weather that lifts peoples spirits so? Molly and Charlie were there, and Jean arrived after probably swirling all over Route 6. Today of course its all melting, drip drip drip.

Re-entry to Provincetown

Whew, what a send off from Miami! Having been introduced to the lair of The Palace has given me fond memories all ready. Thanks to all my new friends, Luis, the Johnnies, and of course the notirious Mrs. Astor. THE Mrs. Astor, pardon me. I need to go into an isolation chamber for a few days after Thursday night! Too much fun.

As always coming home is a wonderful thing. The Cape Air flight sailing over the bay, all the constellations clear as a bell, the monument, Tom's happy face as he opens the door to the plane. 3 or 4 of us calling out "Hi Tom" as he unfolds the steps and we pile out. Its those little things that make me happy and remind me why living here is a miracle.

My photo was selected for the juried show at Provincetown Art Association and Museum, so I went to the opening with Molly. We had a bite to eat at Lorriane's and then stopped by a party. A guy was having a cocktail with something that looked like two embryos floating in it. See above. Shorty after I pointed out what he may be drinking, the party abruptly ended. Was it something I said?

Looks Dangerous but Not

This is a photo I took last June. I spent about an hour between 6:30 and 7:30am wandering the beach and trying not to be intrusive. What I saw and listened to simply amazed me. The most incredible thing is the universality of suffering. And really, who is to judge whether another is really feeling the pain that we project they must be experiencing?