the smell of hyacinth and coffee fills my kitchen
still lifes create themselves
I remind myself daily to read poetry and take walks.
I am inward with my books, paints and paper. My last job was as a lawyer, representing mentally ill people. I am writing a book about that, and other things. Writing is hard, lonely work. The store has become my outer life--where I connect with people in a meaningful way. There are so many interesting people in the Catskills--I am friends with farmers and artists--that it is where I am in spirit most of the time, and perhaps why, when I am not there, I obsess over things like what color to paint the store walls.