I used to be embarrassed when I’d paint about personal events & feelings—I
was supposed to be an environmental artist.
When I fell in love with a man who breathes stones,
aspens, & lady bug larvae—ah! The landscape of his character
& the weather of our relating feel inseparable from hopping
kinglets, ripening berries, clouds moving over the ocean.
Meeting a sea lion on the beach, I feel her sadness
& know it is the same sadness I feel in separation & loss.
Watching surf scoters floating tiny among big waves, I feel their
ease with vastness, & know it is the same ease I feel in acceptance