Dreaming the World

A pleasant early spring morning. Sunlight sprawls across the landscape and birdsong brightens the day. In the shadiest corners of the field thin snow drifts remain.

Saturday evening found us in Providence as we joined extended family to view a gallery where one family member had splendid work in a group show. Then it was off to a food court where everyone dined on a wide range of interesting offerings. Sadly, we did not check on accessibility prior to going, resulting in a convoluted and lengthy detour for access. Providence often seems to be in the pre-ADA era.

Last night we hosted a salon here at the house. The event was arranged by a colleague in Cambridge and drew artists and poets from four communities. The group was diverse and the conversation was animated. Four poets read from their work.

The topic for the evening was making art in crazy times and the discussion quickly went deep and personal. The event was scheduled to last two hours but more than four hours passed before the last guest departed. It was a marvellous evening! How strange that it took someone from the Boston metro area to connect us to these lovely people, and as we are readying to move at that. Fortunately, several of the attendees are deeply connected to Providence and welcoming of us.

As we finally broke for dinner and more individual conversations, someone noted a herd of deer in the field. It was deep twilight and the deer soon went into the woods to bed down for the night. The appearance of the deer seemed perfectly timed yet again.