I’ve been to the desert

I was walking through City Park this morning with the dogs and thinking about the park, and thinking about the plein aire painters who have vanished with the breeze. I wish I had other talents – to sing, to paint, to sculpt. But I don’t. I sincerely don’t. I’m not sure I could even do calligraphy because I have a shaky hand and I move in such fast motion that pauses are challenging. I guess that is why writing works for me – I can write fast and furiously when I need to.

I took a brief moment to pause this morning and check out other people’s handiwork and came across a drawing of a horse that I love. We are fond of horses in this house, even if the elephant is my spirit animal.

Speaking of elephants, I’ve been unable to support the elephants I was supporting and just today received an email newsletter from Riddle’s. They have internships available. Oh to be young, if only to be an intern.

2 Responses to “I’ve been to the desert”

  1. Mudd Says:

    I’ve been thinking about drawing an elephant for WEEKS. I’ve been seeing them pop up all over the Internet and even in my dreams. Now that I know it’s your spirit animal, I feel it’s a *sign* for me to stop thinking and start DOING.

    Thanks for the link to my horse 🙂

    And thanks for the one to Riddle’s.
    (internship… yeah… )

  2. Rachel Says:

    I know Mudd, if I had another life I would go intern there right now! I spent a weekend there right after my divorce and I learned a lot about elephants and myself. For one thing, elephants are HUGE creatures and you can’t really anthropomorphize them in person – they are not cuddly – they are prickly, big as a skyscraper, and into other elephants. I have a sheer tendency to romanticize a lot and when the real world doesn’t live up, I move on. I found with the elephants I came to love their unromantic self possibly more than their cartoon one. They sway back and forth – much like myself – and they like to have fun with other elephants in the water, in the mud, etc. I’d go back in a heart beat but I am living out the perfect reality of another thing I had romanticized for so long – having a child. Only again, this one beats my imagination by about a zillion times.

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